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

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?

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.

Gina: I could take a pic of myself dressed up as an elf. "Elfie selfie."

Gina: Mm, thanks for saying that, and I don't know, uh You know what? You can have your blackmail files back. I don't want 'em anymore.
Amy: Gina, these are just photos of me in my everyday clothes.
Gina: [CHUCKLES] I know. It's painful, right?

Gina: I'm not gonna help you rob him, Jake. I'm his assistant, and I take that job incredibly seriously.
Jake: You're literally making paper airplanes out of police reports right now.
Gina: Well, how am I supposed to get it into that garbage can?

Gina: It's been over an hour. This has to be a record for longest childbirth.

Jake: You look beautiful.
Amy: Thank you. This dress is incredible. Gina, this would have been so crazy if you wore this to our wedding.
Gina: I know.

Gina: What's up, squadron? I'm airplane ready, and I'm T-minus 30 from my Ambies kicking in, so let's take it to the skies.

Rosa: Nicely done. Aubrey is great. We're going to dinner again tonight.
Gina: Whoo!
Rosa: I owe you an apology. You're a great matchmaker.
Gina: Thank you. And you know what? I'm just glad that you found the courage to tell me how great I am. It means so much.

Gina: But that's not all. Over the next two weeks, I will be leaving each of you with a signature Gina Moment, something so shocking that it will stay with you for the rest of your lives, much like this interpretive dance piece, entitled, "The Linexit." This dance will be performed in four movements, each one expressing one aspect of my personality.
[Gina begins to dance]
Jake: Oh. Awesome. Was that the first movement?
Gina: What? Are you crazy? No. That's the warm-up. Each movement is 45 minutes.
Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, damn.
Gina: Hit it!

Gina: Uhh, this might be the Ambies speaking, but this in-flight movie sucks.

Emily: Your 2:00 is here.
Gina: Okay, thanks, Em, and while I'm in this meeting, will you just shred some documents for me? Anything you see. It's all garbage.

Gina: So I think I figured out an awesome and dramatic way to reveal that I was the Tattler. It'll be a dance. There'll be costumes.
Jake: Gina, it's fine. I don't care anymore. It's all in the past.
Gina: Oh, thank God. That is such a relief, 'cause I didn't want people thinking I was a tattler.

Gina: Mkay, my move?
Captain Holt: Ah, whites go first.
Gina: Oh, chess really is like life. Commentary. The game you love is racist and you're complicit.