Amy: I can't lose Holt. I've barely scratched the surface of the amount of approval I need from him.

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: 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, 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.

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.

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.

Captain Holt: Why'd you do it, Bob? Why'd you betray everything you ever stood for?
Bob Annderson: I spent 14 years bringing down a Mexican cartel. You know what they gave me for it? A letter of commendation with my last name misspelled.
Captain Holt: In all fairness, Bob, who spells "Anderson" with three Ns?

Jake: Come on, Bob. What are you doing up here? Why are you on the roof? Oh, my God. You're gonna zip-line off of this thing like an American ninja. That is such a cool escape plan!

Rosa: Scully, these look like the weird texts you always send.
Scully: Touch screen phones don't respond correctly to my fingers. It's because I've been electrocuted so many times.

Jake: Oh, God bless you, Scully, and your weird, dead hands. You and Hitchcock are killing it!

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: Would you mind getting us some food? I can't fathom eating these candies that Peralta bought us. Chocolate is the devil's carob.
Captain Holt: And carob is Satan's raisin.

Jake: All right, we're on our own. We got to get Bob out of this hospital and to a secure location, someplace the NYPD doesn't know about. Captain, you're a grown-up; let's just use your lake house.
Captain Holt: For the last time, not all grown-ups have lake houses.

Gina: All right, mister, here are five stories about my cousin Lee-Ann and her alleged Lyme disease.
Bob Annderson: How's that gonna make me talk?
Gina: Not everything's about you, Bob. I just needed to vent. God, you're such a Lee-Ann.

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.