Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Season 1

Jake:
It's good to see you, Sal. I'm so sorry about the fire.

Sal:
I can't believe it's gone, Jakey. All of it. The pizza oven. The first dollar bill I ever made. The 7-Up fridge.

Jake:
Hey, it's gonna be all right. You'll rebuild.

Sal:
The Fire Department's been asking a lot of questions.

Jake:
Oh, Fire Department questions. Let me guess: "What part of my face do I put food in? How do you count to one? What's air?"

Sal:
They think I torched my own place. You know I wouldn't do something like that, right?

Jake:
Yeah, of course. But can you think of anybody who might've done it?

Sal:
I can think of ten pizzerias that want me out of the game. That jerk Mario comes to mind. We share a delivery radius.

Boyle:
Mario is number ten overall in Brooklyn, and rising fast. He might've wanted to move up the ladder.

Jake:
Of one foodie weirdo's personal pizza email blast?

Boyle:
Yeah.

Jake:
Okay, we'll start with him. Then we'll move on to the rest of your competition, see if anything suspicious turns up.

Boyle:
It'll be the perfect opportunity to update my rankings. Can we stop at home for a pizza bib?

Jake:
No, Charles, we gotta go fast.

Boyle:
Right, right, I'll just use my work bib.

Jake:
No, no bib! We're gonna solve this for you, Sal. Sit tight.