Jake: How will I know to open the door? When you hear me knock the "Funky Cold Medina."
Captain Holt: I don't know what the "Funky Cold Medina" is. Even context clues have failed me.

Jake: All right, here we go. Captain's about to lay into him.
Captain Holt: You need to tell me where the file is.
Bob Annderson: I'm sorry, Ray. I'd rather not.
Jake: Okay, not the dynamic start I wanted, but I'm sure he's just getting warmed up.

Jake: Wow, Rosa. This is how you live?
Rosa: What were you expecting?
Jake: I don't know, rock walls, weapons everywhere, a waterfall for a door I guess I was just picturing the Batcave.

Sergeant Jeffords: Why do you need a vase full of lemons?
Rosa: The room needed a pop of color.
Sergeant Jeffords: Who are you?

Jake: Wait, getting a text. It's Captain Holt.
Rosa: Where is he? What'd he say?
Jake: "Inib rue tiid." Wait, I'm getting another one. "Ink obrvs whiz." These are nonsense.
Scully: He's been gagged.
Jake: How would that come through in a text, Scully?

Jake: We got to get to the hospital, and we got to get there fast.
Hitchcock: Then I should drive.
Jake: Why you?
Hitchcock: I have nothing to live for, and I drive like it.
Jake: Okay, let's do it.

Amy: Sorry, working is the only thing keeping me from worrying about the squad and completely spiraling.
Stewardess: Hot towels?
Amy: For the billionth time, no! We don't want your boiled rags!

Jake: All right, fine. Take Bob with you into the panic room. Rosa and I'll find another way out.
Captain Holt: I'm sure you will, son.
Jake: [gasps] You called me "son." No take-backs.

Amy: So Charles and I really got into it on the plane, and around sundae number five, I realized we should move in together.
Jake: You and Charles?
Amy: No, you and me.
Jake: Oh! Yes, that makes so much more sense. Absolutely, immediately, let's do that.

Jake: Nice timing, Sarge. How'd you know we were up here?
Sergeant Jeffords: Captain marked the Hs in chocolate, which I instantly connected to the giant helipad H we're on right now.
Jake: Oh. Cool. Cool, yes, we also solved that. Came straight up here to the roof. We didn't wander around even for a second. We're all smart.

Jake: Did they find Figgis?
Captain Holt: Not yet, but they're confident they will. And when they do, Detective Pimento can come home.
Rosa: Can't wait. I'm gonna eat his face off.
Gina: You guys are so cute.

Rosa: No chocolate smudges in this entire parking garage.
Jake: Or on floors one through five. We're officially lost the trail.
Hitchcock: Unless- No, that's not chocolate. What is that?
Jake: What? Don't eat it again!

Charles: I am so sorry we yelled at you. But we will take those sundaes to go. And I don't care if you don't have a lid. Y'all make a lid.

Jake: Smart. This is a good hiding space. Scully, why are you lying down?
Scully: 'Cause there was a bed here.
Jake: You took your shoes off!

Amy: Jake called. We need to get back to New York right now.
Charles: No, no, no, no, no. You can't just leave. We may need some of those contacts in the future. You're gonna go say good-bye, and you're gonna mean it.