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.

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: 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.

Sergeant Jeffords: If you turn on him, we can get you into witness protection. You'll get a nice, little house somewhere in Florida.
Jake: I think you'd love Florida, Bob. I've never actually been there, but Pitbull's videos make it seem muy caliente.

Captain Holt: I'd prefer not to ask you again.
Bob Annderson: You sound desperate. I'm under your skin.
Captain Holt: The only things under my skin are oil glands, hair bulbs, nerve fibers, blood vessels, and a bit of fatty tissue.
Bob Annderson: You forgot about Ruffini's corpuscle. [laughing] Oh, my God, you're rattled. Checkmate.
Jake: I don't think that was as vicious a burn as he thinks.

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.

Bob Annderson: I know Figgis, and you're in far more danger than I. He's coming for you. And I guarantee his soldiers find this place.
Rosa: Not gonna happen. I rent it out under a shell corporation.
Jake: Yeah.
Rosa: My mail goes to a P.O. box in Queens.
Jake: Yeah.
Rosa: My neighbors think my name is Emily Goldfinch.
Jake: Oh, yeah.
Rosa: People I work with all think my name is Rosa Diaz.
Jake: Yeah -wait, what?
Rosa: Don't worry about it.
Jake: Okay.

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: All right, look, a bunch of sketchy, black SUVs just pulled up outside. Either it's Figgis's guys, or Beyonce stubbed her toe.
Gina: Don't even joke about that, Jake. That would be our new number one priority.

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!

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

Captain Holt: I'd like to propose a toast. Even when Bob held that gun to my head, I was not afraid, because I knew you were on the case. I respect the hell out of each and every one of you. Nine-Nine.

Captain Holt: White rice, brown rice. Those are just some of the rices I love.
Bob Annderson: Mmm.
Captain Holt: Also basmati.
Bob Annderson: Mmm.
Captain Holt: Uh, that's all of them now.

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!

Captain Holt: When I die, please give Kevin my regards.
Bob Annderson: What shall I tell him?
Captain Holt: "Regards."