Captain Holt: Sting like a bee, but do not float like a butterfly. That’s ridiculous.
Holt: what is the one thing I told you not to do
Jake: not to start a fire in the precinct
Holt: and what did you do
Jake: I made lunch
Jake: and started a fire in the precinct
terry: this guy, *slides photo accross table* i want you to shoot him in the leg
rosa: this is you
terry: sharon wants to try zumba
holt: i once quoted a vine in front of jake. nobody believes him and now he lives in fear of my supposed knowledge of the internet. it’s delightful.
jake: i hate feeling ostrich-sized.
jake: you know, like a freaky outsider. the way an ostrich feels around regular birds.
amy: oh my god.
jake: terry, how do i get revenge on those who have forsaken me?
terry: the best revenge is letting go and living well.
jake: rosa, how do i-