Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And another round for everyone on me!

Oh, my testicles!

Stretch your leg up over your head.

Yesterday, I saw him get into a car with a known drug dealer.

and a glass thingie to drink it out of.

My name's Jake Peralta, and I just got fired from the NYPD.

and you're on administrative leave until the hearing.

Look, I've known Jake forever.

was in room 265. It's gotta be upstairs.

Just know I hate those dudes now.

It's just... What's going on?

I hate seeing him like this.

And my girlfriend Chiaki? She broke my heart.

Are you done? No, I'm not done!

I'm gonna get some bottles from the bar.

I love selling drugs it is my dream job

I don't know if I'm up for this.

Vent those feelings! Okay.

That was the end of an eight-year relationship.

I just don't think Holt would risk giving up his command.

but again, there is a solution.

All right. None of you are any help.

Have a seat, Detective.

Now, I only eat for sustenance.

and we need them to trust you.

What you got there, Boyle?

Oh, I'm celebrating.

Maksym after he died

That's it. Boyle, no more eggs.

I've never dated anyone good.

- ♪ I want to... ♪ - ♪ Thank you ♪

as a charitable donation in their account book.

Aw, you're done! You can't handle the me!

I don't think that's the expression.

Ergo, laundering.

I will not. Perfect.

and storm out of here for the benefit of the bullpen.

or should I say "Captain Raymond sex vibes"?

No, I don't trust him on this.

Okay. This feels right.