- Captain Ray Holt: Nothing's okay. Wuntch Circling me like a shark frenzied by chum. The task force, turning into a career-threatening quagmire. An internal affairs investigation casting doubt upon my integrity. And you ask, "is everything okay?" I am buffeted by the winds of my foes' enmity and cast about by the towering waves of cruel fate. Yet I, a captain, am no longer able to command my vessel, my precinct, from my customary helm, my office. And you ask, "is everything okay?" I've worked the better part of my years on earth overcoming every prejudice and fighting for the position I hold. And now I feel it being ripped from my grasp. And with it The very essence of what defines me as a man. And you ask, "is everything okay?"
- Scully: [pause] Yeah, I hear you. My dog has taken over my favorite chair. It's like, how did it all slip away?
- Jake Peralta: Hey there, Jake Peralta.
- Lt. Andrew Miller: I'm sorry, handshakes are the greatest avenues of germ transmission. I generally prefer simple nods.
- Jake Peralta: Ok.
- Lt. Andrew Miller: Would you ah. Pass me that hand sanitizer, please?
- Jake Peralta: Yah.
- Lt. Andrew Miller: No, no, no! Use your elbows, keep your nostrils closed. Don't, BREATHE on it!
- Jake Peralta: [drops the sanitizer] Ah!
- Lt. Andrew Miller: Forget it, I'll just use the wipes.