Gina: Sir, they're gonna be fine.
Captain Holt: They're my squad. I should be there with them. This is killing me.
Gina: Well, I'm not gonna let it. Let's go.
Captain Holt: But my wound, Gina.
Gina: Sir, with your brain and my body and my brain we make one unstoppable unit. Now climb aboard, sir. And let's go.

Charles: And guess who's heading up the task force? Sgt. Boomer Maxwell!
Everybody: Oh! Damn!
Gina: Boomer Maxwell? What kind of name is that? Is he a football player and/or Rugrat?

Captain Holt: Even the best laid plans sometimes don't work out.
Gina: They sure don't. And now it's time for Gina's closing thoughts. Just because you wanna do something doesn't mean you get to do it. Life is chaos, success is completely arbitrary, and confidence is everything.

Amy: Uh, we kind of need you to fix it before our friend gets back today.
Boban: I'm sorry, it's gonna take a while, and I have other appointments.
Gina: Well, can you cancel them? I didn't want to do this, but our friend is a cop, and she's caught in a Brooklyn Heights shooting right now.
Boban: Oh! So you think you're the first people that ever needed a toilet fixed 'cause a loved one's life was in danger.
Amy: Yes?
Boban: You're not. Welcome to New York.
Gina: That's a grim commentary on the city we live in.

Gina: Sup, Sarge? Just digging through the garbage like a normal person?

Sergeant Jeffords: I'm trying to find out who our leak is.
Gina: What makes you so sure that there's a leak? It might've just been that the reporter was really good at his job, like that hot blond surfer was at TMZ.

Sergeant Jeffords: Hey, Gina. How's it feel to be back? Any trouble adjusting?
Gina: Adjusting to what?
Sergeant Jeffords: To life as a working mom. You have to juggle the baby, the job, your new business.
Gina: Terry, juggling isn't hard. That's why the salary for jugglers is so low. Name one rich juggler.
Sergeant Jeffords: Doesn't Dave Coulier juggle?
Gina: If you're reaching for Coulier, then you've already lost the argument, Terr-Bear.

Gina: Aw, Captain, don't worry, okay? My sleeping pills are doing their job, and I can stay here and take care of you, okay? Terry, I'm gonna need your gun.
Sergeant Jeffords: That's not happening.
Gina: All right, I'll use my own. Oops-a-daisy.
Rosa: That is adorable. Where did you get that?
Gina: Vending machine at a rest stop.

Sergeant Jeffords: This is crazy. I can't imagine the Nine-Nine without you.
Gina: Don't worry. I have a parting gift for all of you. I printed "Time for Gina's Opinion" hoodies for you with your names on them. Oh, there you go.
Jake: Oh, that's fun. So like "Time for Jake's Opinion"?
Gina: What are you, insane? No. It says "Time for Gina's Opinion" in large text on the back and then your names are stitched really tiny on the front.
Jake: Ah.
Gina: I had to guess at some of the spellings.
Amy: Arnie?

Charles: I just found out that your mom left my dad. They're getting divorced.
Gina: Eh, they had a good run. Fun fact: The average American marriage lasts fewer than two days.
Charles: That's not true.
Gina: It doesn't have to be. It's commentary.

Sergeant Jeffords: Okay, if Diaz won't accept our help, we got to go behind her back.
Gina: We definitely should go behind her back. That's the opposite side of where the germs are coming from.

Gina: I wanna get certified. There has been a ton of crime in my neighborhood. And the cops in my precinct are very bad.
Captain Holt: You live in our precinct.
Gina: Yeah, I know.

Gina: Do whatever you want, but most women don't really like it when dudes lie to them. Except for me, but I'm wired to thrive on dysfunction.

Gina: I can't believe I was just briefly attracted to Boyle. Ugh ugh.

Amy: Oh my God, did you hear that George W. Bush died?
Gina: Who dat?