Gina: I'd tell you to pack sunscreen, but Mm, looks like you already got burned.
Charles: Uh-oh, did I? 'Cause my skin still tastes pretty raw.
Gina: Ew.

Charles: The council of the cousins.
Gina: Look at them. It's like a Beige of Pigs.
Charles: Gina, you seem rattled. You don't normally make puns.
Gina: That's a pun? On what?

Gina: Charles will tell you believe that Aruba isn't for the Boyles, but picture this: one long banana boat with the 15 of us on it, holding each other by the waist, having the time of our damn lives.

Gina: Y'all know I got y'all aqua socks! Oh! Size 7s for everybody.

Gina: I'm Gina Linetti, and I approve this message.

Sam: Well, it was a real hard decision, but ultimately we decided the Boyles are going to Aruba!
Gina: All right, Sam, well, I'm happy to hear that. I think the sun's gonna be really good for everyone's psoriasis.

Gina: It was almost too easy. I'm like the Temple Grandin of herding Boyles.

Gina: Why are you smiling? I don't get it. I won.
Charles: Did you? You were so busy trying to beat the Boyles, you became one. You learned about our likes and dislikes, our allergies and our phobias. You even bought cousin Sherman a scrunchy for his ponytail.
Gina: Yeah, so I could win.
Charles: And you did win ... a plot in the family cemetery. All of us together lying in a grave for eternity!
Gina: "Grave" singular? Charles, "grave" singular?

Sergeant Jeffords: Gina's the one who set him free.
Gina: How was I supposed to know there'd be consequences for my actions?

Amy: Come on, guys. It's getting late. Open the door.
Gina: Not until you promise to let this little turkey live out the rest of his life with Rosa.
Rosa: What? Why can't it live with you?
Gina: I'm an ideas man.

Gina: You know what? You won't be able to go through with this if I give this little guy a name. He's now Nikolaj.
Charles: [gasps] That's my son's name.
Gina: Go ahead, cut Nikolaj's throat.

Gina: Charles, are you crazy? No, I don't want to watch a living animal die and then consume its flesh.
Charles: How is this different than eating a turkey that's been killed in a factory?
Gina: Because I don't have to see that. It's called living in denial, you moron.

Amy: Okay, we're running out of time. What do you guys like better: classic bishop hat fold or crown fold? Now, the crown is more showy, but the bishop hat has a certain dignity.
Gina: I'll kill myself if it's not the crown fold.
Amy: Oh, okay, thanks.
Gina: Sometimes you have to pretend to care about napkins to stop hearing about napkins.

Gina: [impersonating Holt eating a marshmallow] Looks like a sticky pillow.

Jake: Hey, Gina, I could use your help here. You wanna maybe weigh in on this one?
Gina: Yeah, sure. You're right. The marriage is cursed.
Jake: What? No! You weighed in wrong.
Gina: I'm sorry, Jake, it's an omen. And I'm not taking your side against the universe's. It's hundred of years old.