Gina: I will tell you on six conditions. Number one, you let me use your office to practice my dance moves. Second-
Captain Holt: How about this? If you tell me, I won't have you suspended without pay.
Gina: Oh, that sounds great.

Gina: He's so suave. Does anyone else get a little bit of a gay vibe? No? Okay.

Gina: Attention everyone. The tragic sound you hear is the shredding of my spandi. Gina Linetti will never dance again.

Gina: Terry, I have already received your praise. I'm clearly fishing in another pond right now.

Gina: I get paid. In applause. But apparently not yours.

Charles: The muggings were confined to Cabot Street. They began over two months ago.
Gina: Just like this briefing did. Please go to charisma class.

Captain Holt: I'm going with Gina's suck an egg idea. You get the Beyonce tickets.
Gina: Of course I do. I told you, it was my birth right, you bitches.

Gina: Click. I just captured the exact moment you realized you had failed. I guess we all got something out of this.

Captain Holt: So, that's it? This problem is beyond all of you? No one solved it?
Amy: Believe me. No one is more disappointed in me than me.
Captain Holt: Than I, Santiago.
Gina: [whispering] Click.

Gina: It looks like you unclogged a shower drain with your mouth.

Gina: Give me the ring.
Jake: You sound like Gollum.
Gina: That means nothing to me. I don't see those movies, I'm too pretty.

Gina: My mom likes champagne, baked ziti, the Bahamas. Charles's dad probably lives under a bridge and uses a puddle as a mirror. I don't know.

Gina: My mom is marrying, shudder, Charles's dad, toilet emoji.

Gina: Jake, why don't you just do the right thing and jump out a window? Captain Holt will never fire me if he knows I'm mourning the death of a close friend.

Gina: We're here so I can activate the Holy Network of Administrative Assistants, acronym HNAA. We high-level assistants keep track of what's going on with all the bosses. Jealous, Amy?