Rosa: My point is, when Adrian and I broke up, something felt off. I think it's 'cause I wasn't out yet so I couldn't really be myself with anyone. But I don't know, I always thought we would end up together. And now he's going away and... ugh, this is stupid.
Amy: It's not stupid. You gotta tell him how you feel.
Rosa: He's already at the airport and he doesn't own a phone. I'll never make it in time.
Gina: Yes, you will! Another surprise reveal.
Amy: I mean, we knew you were around.
Rosa: I watched you enter.
Gina: Nope, you were both shocked. Come on, I'll give you a ride to the airport.
Rosa: I mean, that's nice but traffic.
Gina: Oh, sweet Rosa. There's no such thing as traffic when you're driving in an armored truck.
Rosa: Okay, let's do this.
Gina: I already have my keys. Ooh, yet another surprise reveal.

Rosa: Anyway, with nobody watching me, I was able to figure out what Holt was up to and then I had my other partner intercept Cheddar.
Sergeant Jeffords: Who was that?
Bill: It's me, Bill.
Gina: Thurprithe reveal.

Gina: Hey, guys, can I be real? I just took a bunch of diamonds from the evidence locker. No one ever changed the code. Anyway, toodaloo.
Sergeant Jeffords: Was she being real?
Charles: I honestly can't tell.

Gina: Captain Holt said he'd give me a 5% raise if I came back and he's letting me sit at my desk and work on my side business one day a week.
Captain Holt: We never had that conversation.
Gina: We just did, baby.

Gina: Two bottles of vodka? Is this the weekend we finally meet six-drink Amy?

Amy: Why do you have so many lycra body suits? And why do you need eight full drawers of underwear?
Gina: Because I'm civilized. Less talky-talk, more solvey-solve.

Gina: Ahem. Hello, boys. Welcome to your own office. I hear you're trying to make the precinct more efficient.
Sergeant Jeffords: Gina, what are you doing in the Captain's chair?
Captain Holt: Please. I am open to any ideas about efficiency.
Gina: I have narrowed the problem down to one location. The Holt-Jeffords vortex. Things would go a lot faster if the two of you did less experimenting and more working. And I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Gina: What about dress-up shorts? For instance, the kind Jen Aniston might wear.
Sergeant Jeffords: No, those are still shorts. No shorts.

Gina: Or you could just lie to Captain Holt. That's my policy for everything and it always works.

Gina: This is easy. Boyle needs a little rebound nooki. Eggplant emoji. Rosa, you wanna get on that?

Gina: I did not follow you to PR to watch you quit. I followed you because you're great and you make everything you touch better. And, I figured PR would be the easiest path to launching my reality show, "Linetti, Set, Go."
Captain Holt: I thought your reality show was to be called "Gina in a bottle."
Gina: No, that was my fragrance line. Keep up.

Charles: So, I see you've been assigned to guard the briefcase too.
Gina: Yup, I'm not supposed to let it or you out of my sight, if that even is you.
Charles: Ow, that's my face!
Gina: Oh, sorry I thought it was a cheap, rubber mask.

Captain Holt: Gina, why aren't you dancing?
Gina: I can't. I'm in the middle of a feud with the "that's not a knife" guy from "Crocodile Dundee." He's being a real bitch.

Sergeant Jeffords: Fine. What was with the flossing?
Gina: A precinct is a pretty gross place, Ter-bear. There's blood, wounds, Scully's feet. You need a strong stomach and that lady did not have one.

Gina: So, what do we do next? Do I just look for another apartment? Should I buy a handgun? Should I buy a shotgun? Should I buy an uzi?