Sergeant Jeffords: What is all this?
Gina: Oh, hey, Sarge. I'm growing tropical plants now in the warmth of my three space heaters. It's getting a little hot though, wouldn't you say? Ugh, oh, yeah. Probably also turn on my portable air conditioning unit. Boop.
Sergeant Jeffords: You're not gonna beat me, Gina. This is my last stand.
Gina: My whole life is last stands.

Amy: Gina, can I talk to you for a second?
Gina: Yeah, what's up? Let me guess, you and Jake are having problems; you want me to teach you how to kiss?
Amy: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss, I've read books.

Amy: This is about Terry. You can't tell anyone else this, but-
Gina: He failed his lieutenant's exam.
Amy: How do you know that?
Gina: Let's just say my little birds are everywhere collecting whispers. He left the letter on his desk, and I read it.

Captain Holt: Okay, we need to figure out whether this crash was an accident or part of a deliberate escape plan. Gina, I need you manning the tip line.
Rosa: Ha-ha! Good luck talking to the crazies.
Gina: Crazies? Oh, Rosa. Sad Rosa. Have some respect for your fellow human beings.
Rosa: What has gotten into you?
Gina: Solange just posted a video of a Kenyan human rights activist, Abdala, and I realized he and I are the only two people that can save the world. I'm so excited.

Charles: Text chains. Dozens of text chains. And I'm not on any of them.
Take a look at this board. There's an Amy-Gina-Terry- Hitchcock-Rosa-Jake chain. There's a Hitchcock-Terry- Amy-Rosa Chain. There's even a Hitchcock-Gina-Scully chain. I mean, what the hell happens on that?
Gina: Well, we mostly just exchange "Game of Thrones" theories.
Hitchcock: The little guy is gonna marry a dragon.
Gina: We think.

Gina: Here.
Charles: You took my phone?
Gina: Yeah. I had to delete your GIF keyboard and your three "Property Brothers" emoji apps.
Charles: Wait. Did you delete them because-
Amy: Yeah. You're on the office text chain.
Charles: Are you serious? This is amazing.
Gina: Yeah, well I was totally against it, but Amy felt bad because you seemed so pathetic.

Gina: As much pain as I've been in, I can't imagine what it's been like for you living in a Gina-less world for two months.

Gina: I'll field some questions now. Anyone?
Amy: Uh, how long do you have to wear the-the (stammering) metal, the head holder-
Gina: It's called a halo. The doctor said I have to wear it for another week. It's drilled into my skull here. And, yes, I can still hear the screws squeaking into the bone.

Jake: So what was it like getting hit by a bus?
Gina: It was awesome.
Jake: Ah, I knew it. I always wanted to get hit by a bus.
Gina: Yeah, I mean, I was legally dead for two full minutes. And I met God.
Rosa: Tight. What does she look like?
Gina: Ethnically ambiguous.

Gina: (meditating) You are strong. You are wise. You will have your revenge on all New York City buses.

Amy: Wow. This place looks amazing.
Captain Holt: Yes, thanks to Gina. She's responsible for all of it. She's an inspiration.
Gina: Thank you, Captain. You have permission to share my story.

Amy: Okay, Sarge, we just want to walk through your breakup step by step. That doesn't mean we think you did anything wrong.
(Gina slams her hands down on the table)
Gina: Start talking, butthead!

Amy: Wait, I don't understand.
Captain Holt: Apparently the community came to our aid. There was a swell of online support orchestrated by an organization called "Gina-zone."
Gina: I think you mean Ginazon. I was behind the bar the whole time. Another great Gina Linetti entrance.
Hank: I told you, you can't be back here.
Gina: And I told you, I already am.

Jake: What did you do?
Gina: I was live-streaming a prank when Captain Holt made his big speech about how you did the right thing for the city. I guess people were moved. They were like, "What can we do to help?" And I said, "Call the commissioner's office."
Jake: The G-Hive is real. I can't believe you did it. Gina, you're a legend.

Charles: Gina, as you know, Great Nana Boyle recently passed.
Gina: Yes, I watched the live stream of the plug-pulling ceremony.