Charles: The muggings were confined to Cabot Street. They began over two months ago.
Gina: Just like this briefing did. Please go to charisma class.

Gina: In the beginning, there was nothing. And then God, a woman, said, "Let there be Gina!"

Captain Holt: Take off your gloves and show us your hands.
Gina: And no scar. He's just a glove-wearing freak with beautiful hands.

Gina: Anyway, I didn't doubt myself for one second. I'm more confident than I've ever been. I was only stalling because there was a shipping delay with my golden statue.
Jake: Ah, that makes sense.
Gina: And even though she looks like she has wet hair and just combed through a deep conditioning treatment, and even though her jeans look cheap and even though she has sausage fingers, I hope it reminds you of me, and I'm gonna miss you. I'll hold now for a five minute applause break. Do it! Please. [everyone claps] Thank you, thank you. Thank you.
Jake: This feels right.
Gina: I love you guys.

Jake: This envelope contains the inheritance my uncle left me. He died a year ago; he was so rich, he had a whole room in his house just to eat in.
Gina: You mean like a dining room?
Jake: Yeah, but in Manhattan.
Gina: Oh, dang.

Gina: Psst! Hey, Jake. I got you. Don't worry about it.
Jake: Really? How?
Gina: Among my many, many, many skills, I'm fluent in face. I can tell you what the jury's thinking at any given moment. I see an eyebrow twitch, I'm like, "Oh." If their cheek has a certain tension, okay, that leads me a different way. Watch this. Scully, you're wondering if anyone can smell your fart. The answer, my brother, is yes.
Scully: She's a witch.
Gina: What'd I tell you, boy? Trust me. I got you.

Rosa: Whose idea is best?
Charles: Excellent question. Here's a rundown of mine, the "elevator pitch," if you will. Has this ever happened to you? You show up at a bachelorette party-
Gina: Ding, the elevator doors closed. No one can hear you. We cannot hear you.

Gina: Maybe you're not thinking this through.
Jake: Says the woman who's been engaged eight times.
Gina: Uh, but never married once. Game, set, match. Linetti.

Sergeant Jeffords: There's an article about the Nine-Nine's monthly crime rate. Those numbers aren't supposed to be public until next week.
Gina: Terry, you're gonna have to be more interesting if you want to get an "oh, dang."
Sergeant Jeffords: There's a leak in the Nine-Nine!
Gina: Oh, dang.

Amy: Rosa, we could really use your input on the bachelorette party. See, we all have different ideas and no one is compromising.
Gina: I would compromise, but I refuse to not do mine.

Charles: Don't get jealous. She left you something too.
Gina: Oh, that's so nice of her. And it's a big jar of brown sludge that smells like death.
Charles: Oh, you got the mother dough!
Gina: Ugh! Did this come out of her? Charles, how grossed out should I be right now?

Gina: Our friendship is little-boy holding little-girl's hand.

Gina: First time back at the Nine-Nine. I really miss these people. The whole crew. Jake, Terry, bleugh. I forget all their other names.

Jake: To the Nine-Nine!
All: Nine-Nine! [ll drink from their beers and spit them out, groaning]
Gina: Y'all just drank cement!

Gina: God, I'm gonna make a great dad someday.