100 Best Melissa Fumero Quotes

Amy: Hey, who's that guy from Cyber?
Jake: Sergeant Knox. We've been talking computers all day. Pretty technical stuff. I kept up.

Amy: Charles, meet Mac.
Jake: Short for McClane.
Charles: As in Shirley? I love it.
Jake: No, as in John, from "Die Hard."
Charles: I mean, they're both incredibly cool. Only one Oscar winner.

Amy: Okay, everyone calm down. I will put a request in for a new fridge.
Rosa: Good luck getting that approved. Commissioner Kelly's already slashed our budget within an inch of its life.
Hitchcock: Yeah, the toilet paper's only one ply now.
Scully: My butt hurts all the time.
Hitchcock: The AC is broken.
Scully: My butt hurts all the time.
Hitchcock: Scully's butt hurts all the time.

The: Look, this is real important to me, alright? My brother's hot wife is gonna be there and I haven't seen her since his funeral.
Amy: Wow.
The: Yeah, right? I mean you only get one shot at your brother's widow.

Chief: [On video] Hello, Raymond. Surprised to see me?
Raymond: Well, I didn't say Bloody Mary three times, so yes.
Amy: When did she record this?
Rosa: Judging by the flames around her, it could be a livestream.

Terry: Santiago and I are going to an administration workshop for the NYPD.
Amy: And it's voluntary, so only the cool kids are gonna be there.
Jake: I love you so much.

Jake: Let's go.
Amy: No, wait. We look like cops. We're never gonna blend in dressed like this. Okay, there. How's that?
Jake: Uh, I don't know. All I see is clothes hanging off of a genderless blob.

Amy: Life is unpredictable. Not everything is in our control. But as long as we're with the right people, we can handle anything.

Amy: Okay, how can we help? What do you need?
Jake: I need nothing. I am about to solve the case, meet the mayor, and sell my life rights to Channing Tatum so he can play my less attractive brother in the ensuing film.

Amy: Hey, Scully, did you do something new with your hair?
Scully: Same thing as always: put mousse in it while it's wet, then I watch a scary movie.

Jake: Pregnant. Nice. Means you had sex.
Amy: Damn right, I did. And I forgot my birth control. Yeah! I think the belly will draw attention away from my face.
Jake: Smart. Like one big boob.

Amy: Dr. Yee is a genius in the field of forensic entomology. They call him "Father Fly". How cool is that?
Rosa: 0%.

Amy: This B needs a C in her A.

Amy: Jake and Katie would be awesome together.
Jake: I know, right? She's single, I'm single. She's pretty, I'm pretty.

Terry: Hey, Santiago, it's time to head out.
Amy: Actually, I'm not leaving. I'm gonna stay for the games.
Jake: Ohh, look who's coming around already. We're gonna have fun.
Amy: No, this isn't fun. A voluntary administration workshop is fun.
Terry: Yeah, I hear it ends with a six page self-assessment.
Amy: Oh, come on, Terry! You don't have to rub it in!

Hitchcock: Oh, no. Her number! It's totally ruined. I knew I shouldn't have had those breakfast wings.
Scully: Oh, bud, I'm so sorry.
Hitchcock: Now all I have to remember her by is this tooth.
Amy: What the hell? Why do you have that?
Hitchcock: We were eating pizza, and it fell out of her mouth.
Scully: Well, this is perfect. We can use it to find her.
Hitchcock: What do you mean?
Scully: We just have to try fitting that tooth into the mouth of every woman in New York City till we find the matching gum hole of your one true love.
Hitchcock: My life is like a fairytale!

Alice: You are just so sweet together. You know, I'm sure I can find room for two young lovers.
Jake: Yeah, we are lovers. Together. In beds.
Amy: Okay.

Amy: Check it: I got a copy of last year's workplace conflict presentation. All we have to do is study the crap out of it, then we can answer every question before that tool from HR even asks it. We'll be done in no time.
Rosa: So your solution for getting us out of the boring seminar is having us memorize the boring seminar.
Amy: Exactly.
Raymond: It's genius, and it's fun. I love committing things to memory.

Jake: Okay, fine. You want to know why I really don't want to have children? I had a crappy dad. I know what happens when you mess up as a parent. It's not great. And this may come as a shock to you, but I kind of have some dad issues with certain people.
Amy: Holt.
Captain: [over the phone] Me.
Kevin: [over Captain Holt's phone] Raymond.

Amy: Halloween is Christmas for jerks.

Amy: I just got another call from the saddest ADA in the world. He's still pissed. Did Hitchcock and Scully get anywhere?
Rosa: Hard to say. Their file contains a lot of non-case related documents.
Amy: A bunch of menus?
Rosa: A cease and desist letter from TJ Maxx.
Amy: Multiple patent submissions for something called a "pillow shoe."
Rosa: An application for a time share in Figi.
Amy: You mean Fiji.
Rosa: No, Figi with a G. They're getting scammed.

Jake: Hey, can you sign this arrest report for Augustine and the buyer?
Amy: Sure.
Jake: Man, I forgot how long your signature takes. Just gonna watch Braveheart on my phone real' quick. Given the circumstances, I can see how that might've seemed like flirty teasing or something, but I was legit being critical; you have a problem. No, even that sounded like banter now. Alright, there's only one way out of this for me. I just gotta get super cruel. Prepare to have your physical flaws pointed out, Amy. Talking about your tall butt and your weird elbows.

Amy: [Upset, crying] Oh, my God! I just heard about Wuntch! She was so young!
Raymond: For a redwood tree.

Amy: Who was your partner back when you caught the Brooklyn Broiler?
Raymond: Martin Ormankupp. He was a great partner. Smart, loyal, homophobic but not racist. In those days, that was pretty good.

Jake: You wanna know why I really wanted that year of no paperwork? It's so if we did get pregnant, I would have more time to help with the baby.
Amy: Aww.
Jake: No, save your "aww." I don't deserve it. I'm just some boring, responsible guy that's about to lose our car.
Amy: You're still pretty irresponsible.
Jake: Aww. You're just saying that 'cause you're my wife.
Amy: No, I'm not. Yesterday, you took the batteries out of our smoke detector to put in your Big Mouth Billy Bass.
Jake: You noticed.
Amy: Yeah. In a bad way.

Amy: [On the phone, about Jake keeping their efforts to have a baby secret from Boyle] Hey, just checking in. How's it going with Charles? I know how hard this is for you. Have you told him anything?
Jake: Nope, we're still all good. He has no idea that we are growing a Whomping Willow in your Chamber of Secrets.
Amy: Well, I have to get back to the seminar. Also, you've ruined sex forever.

Raymond: I actually took a speed reading course. I tested at 800 WPM.
Amy: That's pathetic. I tested at 802.
Terry: That's pretty close to Holt's score.
Raymond: No, no, 802's incredible. She pwned me. I read the entire Urban Dictionary so I could converse with the other uniformed officers. Finished it in 47 minutes.
Amy: I've never been so attracted to a gay man before, and I dated several in college.

Amy: I see you changed.
Rosa: Oh yeah. That other outfit had a lot of afterbirth on it. Also during-birth and pre-birth. The point is I burned it.

Amy: I have seven brothers, Rosa, and I like all of them except David. Perfect David. David graduated at the top of his class at the police academy. David took a bullet for the mayor. David bakes his own bread.
Hitchcock: Ooh, and does this David have a sister?
Jake: Yes. Amy is his sister.
Hitchcock: And what's her deal?
Jake: You were at the wedding, Hitchcock.

Madeleine: Miss Frye, thank you so much. We couldn't have closed this one without you.
Patrick: Well, that's debatable.
Kristina: You're welcome.
Teresa: Although, I have to say, it looks like the spirits got it wrong. I guess being dead doesn't make you infallible.
Kristina: Well, what do you mean? The killer was caught and justice was served.
Teresa: Sure, but no blood was spilled. Look. He's right there.
Carmen: [walking up to Bigelow and punching him the face] Murderer!
[Cho and the patrol cops pull her off of him]
Patrick: [seeing Bigelow's nose is bleeding] Oh, come on.

Jake: Hey uh, now that it's just us, there's a thing I wanted to say adaza you...
Amy: Why doesn't your mouth work?
Jake: "Why doesn't your mouth work", title of our sex tape.
Amy: What?
Jake: Your sex tape! What? No!

Amy: Hey, what's up? I came as fast as I could.
Jake: Title of your sex tape. Nailed it! So, have you ever heard of a guy named Bruno Rojas?
Amy: Yeah, big guy in the Colombian cartel, right?
Jake: He was, until he got shot in the chest yesterday by his top lieutenant. Apparently, the bullet went straight through his nipple.
Amy: Whoa. Nature's bull's-eye.
Jake: Oh, my God, I love the way your brain works.

Amy: All right, you mooks, our union health plan has 100% reimbursement for out-of-state ambulance rides. Scully will fake a medical emergency.
Scully: Don't need to fake it. Always having at least one.

Scully: [Santiago and Peralta enter the police station wearing shower caps because they have put maple syrup in their hair, trying to get rid of lice] Oh, Amy, what is that enchanting new perfume?
Amy: It's syrup, Scully.
Scully: [sexually aroused] And it is working. Hmm-hmm.

Amy: Scully and Hitchcock, you're in charge of seating.
Scully: Smart move, Amy. I've been called the Leonardo da Vinci of sitting on my ass.

Rosa: Hey, you should run. Going to meetings, writing stuff down, you love that nerd stuff.
Amy: Writing stuff down is nerdy? What do you do?
Rosa: Just forget stuff, like a cool person.

Jake: I know Amy has a ton of work, so...
Amy: No, I don't.
Jake: Really? I could've sworn I overheard you telling Rosa: "Girlfriend, please. I got hella open cases."
Amy: That's something you think I said?
Jake: Word for word. No diggity, no doubt.

Amy: Wall Street Journal on the doormat, top floor apartment... 20 bucks says this guy is like a hot, eligible bachelor.
Jake: I'll take that action.
[knocks on door]
Jake: Police, open up!
Old: Hello?
Jake: Oh! Hello sir, how are you today? I am Detective Right-All-The-Time, and this is my partner, Detective Terrible Detective.

Amy: Your butt. Your butt is the bomb.

Amy: Urgh! Nothing's working!
Rosa: Maybe you just need to laugh. Here, look at this video of a man being trampled by a moose.
Amy: Dear Lord, that's horrifying!
Rosa: I know, it's hilarious.

Amy: Well, that doesn't sound better than crepes.
Scully: It is. Terry wins. We know. We were at both lunches.
Rosa: How? They were simultaneous and two miles apart.
Scully: It was free food. Life finds a way.

Terry: Hey, Staten Island is great. It's got parks, loads of bike paths, tons of up and coming restaurants... I mean, easy access to New Jersey.
Amy: You're lying. Your right pec is popping all over the place. We all know that's your tell.
Terry: Of course I'm lying. It's Staten Island. The precinct is the One-Two-Two. How the hell am I supposed to chant One-Two-Two? One-Two-Two! One-Two-Two! I sound like a damn choo-choo train!

Amy: You know, you can't spell independent without dependent.
Rosa: And you can't spell go f#@& yourself without f#@& you!

Jake: Maybe we can grab some Thai food and brainstorm baby names?
Amy: Ooh, I like that.
Jake: Now, I am a fan of the show "American Gladiators." How do you feel about the name Blaze Peralta?
Amy: Not great.
Jake: What about Laser?
Amy: No.
Jake: Nitro?
Amy: No.
Jake: Viper?
Amy: No.
Jake: Atlas?
Amy: Ooh, I do love atlases.
Jake: Mm, common ground.

Captain: Oh, man. I can't believe this wild ride's over. We've changed so much. You know, when we started out, we were just Charles the jock, Amy the rebel, Captain Silly Pants, Talky-talky Rosa, Terry the stoner, and C.J. the ringleader.
Amy: I'm not sure you're nailing these.

Jake: All right, David is perfect, but so are you. Let's just go tonight, and I'll be your hype man. You know how good I am at talking you up. Here, watch. Hey, Scully. Did you know that Amy is super cool?
Scully: No way. Can I get your autograph, ma'am?
Jake: See?
Amy: Fine, we'll go.
[She turns to leave]
Scully: What, too stuck up for your fans? Ya friggin' turd!

Jake: All right, look, Ames. I never had a brother, but I know four guys who did, and they would have fights and squabbles, but in the end, they always had each other's shells.
Amy: Are you talking about the Ninja Turtles?
Jake: Of course I'm talking about the Ninja Turtles!

Amy: It's happening. Put on your head.
Charles: Oh, with pleasure. I love disappearing into a role. I'm Argyle James Hopford, a bachelor bunny who's carrying out a scandalous affair with a local goose.

Amy: Pick Amy, dummies.

Rosa: Who or what is a Snoog?
Amy: Are you kidding me? It's only the best roller. It has the versatility of Sporjule, the safety rating of a Fajerb, and an even smoother ride than the Kinderbuscht.
Rosa: Are you having a stroke?
Amy: All the best strollers are from Scandinavia, where they don't hate people for having children.
Rosa: I saw "Midsommar." Those people have their own problems.

Amy: This is my year.
Scully: It's my year too!
Amy: Please don't align yourself with me.

Amy: I once had a sex dream about Sanjay Gupta.

Gina: [Australian accent] Crikey.
Amy: You're not Australian, Gina.
Gina: Get stuffed, ya drongo.

Charles: I know that you hate Halloween. But stick with me and I promise you will love it.
Amy: Can you magically make everyone kind, sober, and fully-dressed?
Jake: "Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed." Good news everyone, we found the name of Santiago's sex tape.

Amy: Cool, maybe we can mill around and small talk about how some of us are big lying liars who lie all the time like a bunch of liars, Rosa.

Charles: So how was the restaurant?
Amy: SUCH A NORMAL TIME!
Charles: Why are you being weird?
Jake: Amy and I kissed.
Charles: WHAT?
Amy: To keep our cover from being blown, we didn't have a choice.
Charles: Tell me everything!
Jake: Charles, it was just a kiss, okay? It was for work, it was nothing.
Rosa: Yeah, who cares about a kiss? Call me if you grab each other's asses.

Adrian: I love you babe.
Rosa: Love you too.
Adrian: Yeah!
Amy: Must be so nice having Pimento back. I mean, you shouldn't eat that sandwich.
Rosa: Something's wrong. He's acting weird...
Amy: -er than normal?

Rosa: Captain Holt hates pranks. This is gonna backfire, man.
Jake: Ugh, fine, I'll tone it down. I'll... move his podium a foot to the left.
Amy: What? He'll be so angry.
Jake: Okay, five inches.
Amy: Five?
Jake: Three?
Amy: Three!
Jake: One?
Amy: One?
Jake: All right. I'll move it a half inch.
Amy: Fine. It's your funeral.
Jake: Oh my god. Worst prank ever. So stupid. Holt's not even going to notice.
Captain: Good morning.
[He puts his papers on the podium but stops for a second, realizing something is off]
Captain: You guys... the podium, it's... Ha.
[chuckles]
Captain: [laughter intensifies]
[riotous laughter]
Captain: [shouting] You're crazy! How did you pull this off?

Amy: Don't be late or I'll slit your throats. Heh, heh, heh.
Rosa: You don't have to fake laugh, we know you mean it.
Amy: Good.

Amy: I need your help. Our arrests are still way down. But according to the pedometers, our Hitchcock-and-Scullys are out there logging miles on the beat. How are they not seeing crimes?
Hitchcock: [over video chat] How do you know they're walking?
Amy: I just told you -- their pedometer numbers are through the roof.
Scully: Oh, poor, simple Amy. It's like you've ever had to mess with a medical device in order to trick your life insurance agent. Watch and learn.
Amy: [cut to the lazy detectives wasting their time on massage chairs] They're just using the massage chairs to jiggle their pedometers!
Hitchcock: [over video chat] Life always finds a way.
Amy: To do what?
Scully: To do nothing.

Amy: You're out? I'm in the finals?
Jake: And all I have to do to get Katie's number is beat Amy? That's nothing.
Amy: [smacks his belly]
Jake: Hey! Don't you dare touch Amy Junior! That's right- it's your baby!
Amy: You saying I knocked you up?
Jake: You sure did!

Amy: I would never fabricate numbers. I love numbers.
Jake: Numbers can't be a father to your child, Amy.

Amy: NYPD, freeze! We are work colleagues!
Jake: You're under arrest! This is a work event!

Raymond: Shall we have a read-off, Santiago?
Amy: We don't have finger guards.
Raymond: So we do it raw.
Terry: Okay, I normally don't encourage such childish competitions, but this might help things go faster. My only question is, Holt, are you sure your old ass eyes are up to the challenge?
Raymond: I know you're just trying to motivate me, but these old ass eyes will be reading your tombstone, son.

Amy: All right, I know what's going on here. You two still don't trust Captain Kim and you're here to snoop on her.
Raymond: I don't know what you're talking about.
Amy: Please. Look at your shoes. You only wear sneakers for their literal purpose: sneaking.
Jake: That's crazy. He's wearing perfectly normal...
Raymond: No, she's right. The clown shoes gave me away.

[first lines]
Jake: This job is eating me alive. I can't breathe anymore. I spent all these years trying to be the good guy, the man in the white hat. I'm not becoming like them. I am them.
Amy: Hey! What are you doing, weirdo?
Jake: I'm doing the best speech from "Donnie Brasco". Or actually, ten of me are doing the best speech from "Donnie Brasco". What's up?

Amy: Not getting the job you want stinks. In first grade, I was passed over for line leader and I'm still pissed. Kyle D's lines had curves and gaps and cutting galore-it was a fricken carnival.
Jake: Shyeah. What's a line leader?

Amy: [to Jake] But I do have some bad news. There is a bomb at this wedding as well.
Jake: What?
Amy: Your butt. Your butt is the bomb. There will be no survivors.
Jake: [Crying] I love you so much. You're my dream girl.
Amy: I love you too. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

Jake: Amy, Amy, we've got a problem. Charles found out I was leaving somehow and he got so upset that he ran away. I don't know where he went and he's not answering his phone.
Amy: Don't you have a tracker implanted in his brain or something?
Jake: Amy, I would never do that. It's a serious medical procedure. Which is why I had a doctor do it eight years ago when they were operating on the bullet wounds in Charles' butt.

Raymond: Wuntch's grave.
Rosa: Wow. Did Terry put up a balloon arch just for the heist?
Raymond: No, that was me. I come every week to install a fresh one. But enough chit-chat. Let's dig her up.
Amy: I don't think we wanna do that.
Raymond: Why, are you scared of what she'd look like? She's just a corpse with worms for eyes, no different than when she was alive.

Amy: Hey, what's taking so long?
Fireman Curt: Look, I can do it safely or I can do it quickly.
Amy: Do it quickly!
Fireman Curt: Oh, I can't do it quickly. You called my bluff.

Amy: Hey, I saw you earlier. You weren't in the bathroom. You were on a park bench playing on your phone. Yeah, you left me to do everything while I thought you were pooping.
[angry]
Amy: I wish you were pooping! I wish to God!
Rosa: [teary-eyed, sad] I'm sorry.
Amy: Oh, Rosa, crying. Don't know what to do.
[Pats Rosa awkwardly on the head]
Amy: Pat, pat.
[beat]
Amy: This feels wrong.

Amy: You're pretty hurt, huh?
Jake: Yeah. It's very exciting. I'm the underdog now, like Seabiscuit. I mean, sure, I can't lift my arms, but Seabiscuit won without even having arms.
Amy: What are you talking about?
Jake: I don't know. I fell. We're already married. It doesn't matter.

Trudy: What's up, Peralta?
Jake: Hey, Trudy Judy and dog Judy. What's going on? Are you puppy sitting for Doug?
Trudy: Well, I was, but I need you to take him for me, because I'm going on a little vacay, and let's just say there's going to be some activities that aren't suitable for a little dog.
[really sexy voice]
Trudy: Mm!
[beat]
Trudy: Like parasailing.
Amy: Oh. Thought you were building to something much more sexual.
Trudy: Nope, just really pumped for parasailing. Also, there's gonna be a lot of --bleep--, but the dog's okay with that.

Terry: [disgusted] What's in these?
Amy: Potatoes, butter, a little milk. Oh, and I ran out of salt, so I used baking soda.
Terry: Why wouldn't you? They're both white powders! Of course they're interchangeable!
Amy: [seriously, not understanding Terry's problem] Yeah.

Amy: Look, since you can't say anything nice, try saying the opposite of whatever you're thinking.
Raymond: Interesting. I'll give it a whirl. Madeline Wuntch was... A friend.
Rosa: See? It's not that hard to say something ni... Oh, you're vomiting.

Amy: [on her date] Well, he's nice, and he uses proper punctuation in texts.
Jake: Dreamboat.

Jake: I love this. Tux on, guns out- I feel like James Bond, and you are my mysterious femme fatale that I've been partnered with: Maxi... Pads.
Amy: Maxi Pads?
Jake: I don't know! I didn't want to make the name too sexual and I panicked!

Jake: Rosa's wearing pink. Rosa's wearing pink!
Amy: Are we sure it's not a white shirt that's just been bloodied in a motorcycle crash?
Terry: Maybe it wasn't her. Does she have a twin sister?
Gina: If Rosa had a twin, she would've eaten her in the womb.

Amy: I can do this. I wanna win so bad.
Jake: Oh great, here. Quick, let me take a picture. Aw, that's so cute. You got a little bit of mold on the tip of your nose.

Amy: That's why when they say it's test time, you diaper up!

Terry: Great seminar, sad it's over, but it is, so see ya.
Brad: Actually, I have good news. State law requires that this seminar be no less than six hours, so I guess we'll spend the next two hours diving into specific conflicts about this workplace and solving them.
Amy: [Shocked] But we beat you. We beat you with study.

Amy: Rule one, let's not tell anyone so we can figure out what this is first.
Jake: Smort. Rule number two, let's not put labels on it. We're not boyfriend and girlfriend; We're just "mrmmzeep" and "jinglebin."

Amy: [Commenting on a book wrongfully shelved at the library] A 300 call number in the fine arts section? What is this, Beirut?

Rosa: [about Pimento] I think I got so worked up about him cheating on me because I wanted it to be true. I needed an excuse to end things. And now I don't know what to do.
Amy: I think you do know what to do.
Rosa: Thanks, Amy.
Amy: [to Terry] I have no idea what she's gonna do but that's the safest way to give Rosa advice.

Captain: Santiago, shall we join forces?
Amy: Ooh, smart, teaming up with the reigning champ.
Captain: Again with this nonsense? I'm the reigning champ. The only thing you won last heist was a lifetime of mediocre heterosexual intercourse with Jake.

Amy: Pretty hungover?
Jake: Shhhhh... turn off your mouth siren...

Jake: So you still annoyed?
Amy: Yes. You can't keep saying "mischief managed" after we finish sex.
Jake: It's what Harry Potter says when he needs to clear the Marauder's Map.
Amy: Obviously, I know that, but I would prefer to keep wizard terms out of our sex life.
Jake: But what we're doing is magical. We're making a baby.

Amy: [Seeing Rosa, Boyle and Terry drunk] This is a room of nightmares.
Captain: [Drunk, but so deadpan and emotionless, no one would know he's drunk] You're the nightmare. You made me kill my balloon baby. Look at me. So drunk, I'm alliterating... like a beatnik.

Amy: Gregor Minsk, the counterfeiter I've been chasing for two years has finally resurfaced. And he's just as evil as ever.
Jake: Right, you hate him because he has a typo on his counterfeit bills.
Amy: No, because he passed 4 million dollars in fraudulent bills, Jake. But also, two r's in "pluribus"? I mean, did none of those cashiers take Latin?

Amy: Does anyone have a good lawyer?
Hitchcock: I got a divorce guy, an alimony guy, a slip and fall guy, a pizza's too hot guy.

Amy: ...That defeats the purpose.
Scully: I got this, Ames. Hello, unsolved case. Do you bring me joy? No, because you're boring and your're too hard. See ya.
[Throws case in trash]
Amy: Personal items only, Scully. Get that case out of the trash!
Scully: Oh, for Pete's sake.

Jake: Alright, look. The reason that I didn't want to work with you is... should I do this in an accent so that I can undercut some of the awkwardness that I'm feeling?
Amy: No.
Jake: Good call. Remember when you told me that you didn't want to date cops?
[in Jamaican accent]
Jake: That really bummed me out, man!

Amy: Did I do something to you? Are you mad? Is this because I brushed all the crumbs off your desk?
Jake: What? No, I don't care about that. Do you know where they are?

Amy: Oh, Brazilian mobsters are so good-looking. They're just a bunch of Giseles, the women and the men.

Amy: Oh, my God. You're awake. I can't believe it. You're actually awake.
Jake: Hey. Wait a minute. What's going on? I gotta get back to the heist.
Amy: No! The heist? Jake, you've been in a coma for seven years.
Jake: What?

Jake: We finally got all the Lambda Nus back into holding.
Amy: Who are the Lambda Nus? Doesn't matter. I'll read your notes later.
Jake: I didn't take any notes.
Amy: What the hell, Jake? Do you even love me?

Amy: Maybe we should talk about deets of the case, plan our next move, grab a little chow.
Raymond: No need. I brought these.
[Pulls out protein bar-like packets]
Raymond: Nutrition bricks. I have original no-flavor and whole wheat no-flavor.

Captain: So what you made you think of using drosophila as a method of searching for blood traces?
Dr. Ronald Yee: Have you ever read Sung Tz'u's textbook, "The Washing Away of Wrongs" from 1235?
Rosa: Nope.
Amy: Yes.
Captain: Which edition?

Amy: [Jack and Amy are desperately looking to hire a babysitter] Ooh, we already have three applicants.
Jake: Great. Hire them.
Amy: I think we should interview them first.
Jake: But what if they're bad?