Jake: The Parent Trap worked! I can't wait to tell the squad.
Terry: Wait, wait! Let me give Kevin an EpiPen, and then we can tell them together!
Jake: Okay, whoa, whoa, pump the breaks there, Sonic.
Terry: What?
Jake: Sonic the Hedgehog? You've been hogging that hedge while I was out on a ledge! You didn't have to deal with anyone saying it was a bad idea, so you don't get the credit either. This was a hundred percent all me, Doctor Robotnik.
Terry: Who?
Jake: Sonic's arch-nemesis! You've never played a video game or watched a movie, Terry?! Get a life, dude!

Charles: Well, at least you're doing the smart thing and asking for my help.
Amy: That is not what's happening.
Charles: Oh, I'm an expert, Amy. I basically raised ten nieces and nephews. I've done it all -- bottled, swaddled, and coddled. Let's just say you're definitely going to want my nip tips. Tips that nip a problem in the bud.
Amy: Why don't you just say tips?
Charles: Just the tips. Interesting.
Amy: Come on, man.

Charles: You know, Amy, Mac's issues with sleeping might not be the light in the room; it might be the darkness in your heart.
Amy: Excuse me?!
Charles: Sorry, that was mean. I was trying to be poetic. It's important to be mindful of your energy when you're with an infant. Trust me; I'm sort of a natural mother.
Amy: Huh, yeah, natural mother fucker!

Jake: The call that you made was for a scarlet warbler -- a trash bird!
Holt: Okay, so you made your point. I'm a trash man who only knows trash birds.

Jake: Okay, you guys probably don't know this, but my parents got divorced when I was a kid, and it really messed me up.
Everyone: Yeah, we know.
Jake: What, do I talk about it a lot? It doesn't matter. The point is, we can't let that happen to Daddy Holt and Daddy Kevin.
Rosa: So we're just dispensing with subtext now?
Jake: Yes, this workplace is my family. Was that not clear? Holt is my dad; you're my mean older sister, Amy's my mom --
Amy: What?!
Jake: What? What did I say?
Amy: You said Amy is my mom!
Jake: Nobody said anything! We don't have time for this, Amy!

Rosa: How long is the drive up there? I want to time my edibles, so it kicks in right when we arrive. What?
Amy: Nothing! It's cool; I'm not gonna tell anybody. I'm not a narc.
Rosa: Alright, you can tell people.
Amy: Good, because I'm a narc.
Rosa: I'm not a cop anymore, and I have a prescription for anxiety, so it's legal. It'll be good for when all the drama starts.
Amy: Why do you think there's gonna be drama?
Rosa: Oh no, you're right. Whenever we go on one of these group trips, everything's totally normal, and there's never any big conflict. Anyway, I'm just gonna pop one of these now for no reason.

Jake: Question: What is the number one problem with the coronavirus?
Rosa: Mass death, economic collapse, the way that the disease has exposed the systemic injustice at the core of American life?

Jake: Hey, so look, I'm really sorry about everything. I was projecting my insecurities onto you, and that was wrong. And I'd like to think I've done a lot of good as a detective and that I can continue to do that, but maybe I am part of the problem. Regardless, you're dealing with things in your own way, and I get that it's not on you to make me feel okay about my choices.
Rosa: Apology accepted. And just because our choices are different doesn't mean we're not family.

Holt: Do you know why I engaged in small talk with you earlier?
Amy: Because small talk is for strangers and con men, and that's what I am to you now -- a stranger.
Holt: No. I -- I did it because I am a con man. I was trying to con you into believing everything is normal with me when it is not. Kevin and I have separated.
Amy: Oh my god. Why?
Holt: It's been a tough year being a Black man. And a police captain. And a human. I've been pushed to the brink emotionally and physically. I went into survival mode, and it seems I have neglected my personal life.
Amy: Does anyone else know?
Holt: Not here. I have successfully hidden it for months. Not very well, I might add. I made small talk with Peralta on five separate occasions, and he never even batted an eye; he just blabbered on about someone named Wario.
Amy: Ugh, yeah, he does that.
Holt: But you... you noticed that something was off with me the very first day you returned. That just shows how well you know me. And while I'm not yet ready to talk about it, it's nice feeling like I'm not alone anymore. And that's thanks to you, Ramy.
Amy: Just so you know, I am not Ramy; we are Ramy.
Holt; Just be glad I said it.
Amy: Totally. Yes, I am. Thank you, sir.

Jake: Ms. Fulton, hello, I'm Detective Peralta. I know you're nervous about talking to a cop, which I totally get, but rest assured, I'm one of the good ones. And I know how that sounds, but I'm not one of the bad ones who says they're one of the good ones; I'm actually one of the good ones who says they're one of the good ones. And I know how that sounds --
Ms. Fulton: Does he just keep going until someone stops him?
Jake and Rosa: Yes.

Amy: It was small talk! Captain Holt always says that true friends sit in silence; small talk is for --
Terry: -- strangers, then con men.
Amy: So I'm a stranger now! This is my big fear about having a child! Losing my spark with my boss.
Terry: Amy, he's your captain! You act like it's some romantic relationship.
Amy: You know what, Terry, you're right. It is like a romantic relationship.
Terry: That's what you got from what I said?

Amy: Ever since I came back, you've been acting distant. What happened to Ramy?
Holt: Ramy?
Amy: Ray and Amy. Ramy? It's what people call us.
Holt: I don't know a single person who's ever called us that.