Charles: Have you seen Rosa?
Gina: Rosa died eight years ago. Come on, let's get you a drink.

Gina: "Kwazy" with a W, a backwards W.

Amy: Okay, I think I got it. Just have to tighten this here, and here we go. Please work. Come on. Come on! Flush, you stupid son of a bitch! Ah!
Gina: Wow. Bitches really do be crazy.

Rosa: Yeah, we all have huge problems.
Gina: You kinda look like Phil Spector when he was on trial.

Sergeant Jeffords: Did you see this morning's newspaper?
Gina: No. I get all my news from a text message chain with my friends. [gasps] The attorney general might step down! I'm kidding. It's a GIF of a rabbit eating spaghetti.

Gina: Captain. I know this isn't my place to say, but Madeline Wuntch is here to see you.
Captain Holt: Actually, that's exactly your place to say. You are my assistant. What, precisely, did you think your job was?
Gina: Ideally, bull fighter, but it's such a boy's club.

Captain Holt: Freeze, punk!
Gina: Yeah, freeze, punk!
Captain Holt: Gina, where did you get that gun?
Gina: Lost and found at the storage facility. They have boxes of 'em. They're everywhere.

Captain Holt: This just might work out after all.
Gina: You're damn right it will, 'cause we're a ragtag, scrappity, fart-dumb, moron parade, smart-ass team!

Gina: Click. I just captured the exact moment you realized you had failed. I guess we all got something out of this.

Gina: We've been going for a while you feeling hungry?
Sergeant Jeffords: Starving, thanks. [Gina throws the yogurt against the wall] Oh, come on!
Gina: You get a yogurt when I get the truth.
Amy: Oh God, it's in the grout. It's gonna smell in here forever.

Captain Olivia Crawford: Raymond Holt, I'm Captain Olivia Crawford. I'm the new candidate for commissioner.
Gina: Oh?
Captain Holt: Excuse me?
Captain Olivia Crawford: Yeah, I replaced the other candidate. He retired to spend more time with his grandchildren. Anyway, I just wanted to say what a privilege it is to be up for the same job as a man with your ... tenure.
Gina: Oh, damn, she paused, dude.
Captain Holt: In error, I am certain. Olivia, I may be older than you, but I am not some dinosaur intent on maintaining the status quo. For example, I would add a social media officer to every precinct.
Captain Olivia Crawford: Interesting. I plan on eliminating precincts all together.
Captain Holt: What, no precincts? That's not how we do things.
Captain Olivia Crawford: That's exactly what both John Kellys said.
Captain Holt: Oh no, she's the asteroid.
Gina: And I don't want to say you're a dinosaur, but [whispering] you're a dinosaur.

Gina: Hmm, what's this, then? "Dear Captain Raymond Holt, thinking of you. Best, Dr.
Kevin Cozner, Ph.D." He even used their pet names.

Jake: Okay. Hang up. I'll call Gina.
Gina: Ugh. Come on, Jake. Just explain the deep-rooted institutionalized racism that remains pervasive in this country to this day.
Jake: Gina, they're children.
Gina: So put it in a song, Jake. Watch this. [singing] Racism, racism-
Jake: I'm hanging up.
Gina: Racism-
Jake: Gina, I'm hanging up.
Gina: Racism, baby-
Jake: That's a great song. I'm hanging up.

Gina: So there's Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha, but New York City is really the fifth character.

Gina: Terry, I have already received your praise. I'm clearly fishing in another pond right now.