Gina: What's going on, Sarge? You find that leak yet?
Sergeant Jeffords: Yes. I'm hiding behind a coffeemaker, spying on everyone in this office, because I found the leak.
Gina: Aww, Terry. Sarcasm is not a good look on you. But you know what would be? A really tight Henley.

Gina: So I went through your feed to see what you were posting. Lot of pictures of your kids. Nobody cares. And then I found this picture you posted last week."Living that #YOGURT life." [laughs] Embarrassing. But what's even more embarrassing, Terry, is that the arrest numbers are in the photo, clear as day.

Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, my God! I was the leak! I got to take that picture down. Gina, I am so sorry I blamed you.
Gina: And I knew you would say something like that, so I went ahead and bought myself a cake on your behalf. Check it out. [Cake reads "Gina, I'm so sorry I blamed you"]
Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, dang.
Gina: And this has been here for the last half-hour, detective.

Sergeant Jeffords: Gina and I have been here 20 minutes.
Gina: Though my presence is not puzzle-related. I just followed Terry into a dark closet.

Gina: Time of death: 8:26 p.m. Now all I have to do is sign as the coroner.
Sergeant Jeffords: You are disturbingly good at this.
Gina: I grew up forging report cards. If people knew how smart I was, it would have been harder to control them.

Sergeant Jeffords: Now all we need is the death certificate officially notarized.
Amy: You want me to break the sacred oath I took to become a notary? It's not a problem. 'Cause I'm a badass. Just like Rosa. So I am going to stamp this, and violate my oath-
Gina: [stamps the death certificate] You can keep talking, but we're done here.

Captain Holt: All that we know about Figgis's man in the FBI is that he's a white male of average height and build, and according to Jake, he has a scar on his hand.
Gina: Oh, this is a long-shot, but if his name is Joe, could we call him Scar-Joe?
Captain Holt: Scar-Joe. Never heard that before. I like it. We'll use it.

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: Count me in as long as I get eight plus-ones.

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.

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: Now before I tell you my idea, are you allergic to dolphins?

Rosa: Why don't we just do all three parties?
Gina: Oh, and then you pick your favorite at the end. I.E. mine.

Gina: Tonight we will be attending my nephew Anthony's 13th birthday party.
Rosa: Sounds awful. Teenage boys are the worst.
Gina: But shooting them with paintballs in the behind is the best, which is what we're gonna do. It's a paintball party.
Rosa: Nice.
Gina: Let's go shoot my nephew.

Amy: Party round two: the quiz. Winner gets a question mark crown.
Gina: So cool. Um, I'll take Lonely Arts and Crafts for 800.
Amy: First of all, I've made many friends through arts and crafts.
Gina: And how many of them are googly eyed?