Amy: All right, let's go. Okay, let's go over our exit strategy one more time. Seat 2A is gonna need help with her bags. She has twig arms. So if she blocks us, I play the pregnancy card. And remember, leave our luggage and-
Charles: Roll the dice with lost and found. I know; I've been studying this map you drew on the barf bag for 40 minutes.

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: 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!

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: 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.

Charles: Look, why don't we just take our mind off everything? We're in first class. We get free movies.
Amy: What? No. We can't enjoy ourselves while the squad is in danger. That's not fair.
Charles: Amy, we're trapped here for three hours. There's nothing else we can do.
Amy: Fine, I'll watch a movie, but nothing we'll like too much. No new releases.
Charles: Of course not. We'll just put on whatever's first alphabetically. [gasps] "27 Dresses."

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

Amy: So while I'm happy the Supreme Court threw out my conviction, I'm also really sad to be leaving all of you. Bethany, I know you're an arsonist, but now it's time to set the culinary world on fire. Sheila, you have the voice of an angel. Whoever your next music producer is, maybe don't stab him. Jen, you're a Nazi. We never really clicked. Stay innocent, ladies.

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

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: 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.