Jake: Anything is art. A statue of Jesus made out of cigarette butts. Boom, I'm a millionaire.
Charles: That's actually pretty good.
Jake: I know. I could call it "Holy Smokes."

Why don't we make like Boyle's mom and debrief me.

The Vulture

We only solve misdemeanors, weiners.

The Vulture

Gina, is that a talking raisin?

Wuntch

Terry: Do l look like a man who snacks?
Charles: You look like eight circles with suspenders on.

Jake: Looks like we both have a pretty bad case of "jerk boss."
Holt: Yes, yours is an idiot, and mine is a forked-tongue lizard witch.

Three -- think of something super cool to say when we arrest him. My leading contender? "You're going to jail for oolong time.

Jake

Charles: You're looking a little fat.
Terry: How dare you. You can't comment on my body, this is a workplace! Now I'm feeling objectified by your male gaze!
Charles: Please, just listen, sir.
Terry: I will not listen! You are trying to shame me and that will not fly!

Gina: Jake, dope alley!
Jake: I know! I think this is where Batman's parents got killed.

The Vulture: Let's see what you got for the B-day bash.
Amy: I thought you wanted us to surprise you?
The Vulture: It's a figure of speech, Detective Stupidago.

Jake: Okay slayer, prepare to go to jail for oolong time.
Holt: Now say "punk."
Jake: Punk!
Holt: PUNK!!

Charles: Hitchcock offered massage sessions for your wife --
Terry: What!?
Charles: So I pepper-sprayed him.