Jake: Remember when I got you this job. You said "OMG, Jake. I owe you one."
Gina: I said OMG? That was before other people started saying it. I was an originator.

Kevin: Gina, I know you like champagne with a drop of pomegranate juice.
Gina: I like to say it's nature's classiest alcohol mixed with its nastiest fruit.

Jake: No, look, I was the first one in on Wednesday.
Gina: This story is already full of holes.

Gina: It's crazy how much he flirts with me.

Gina: You're trying to get me bumped out of I9 C3 G6. You don't like that the test put us in the same category. That is so rude. Do you know how many basic bitches would kill to have the same personality as me?

Captain Holt: Gina, you know I appreciate you, but you have to admit we're not exactly cut from the same cloth.
Gina: Apparently not. I am, of course, exotic silk, where you, sir, are snake skin.

Gina: I hate the ocean. That's where that stuck up bitch Rose let Leo die. There was plenty of room on that door.

Gina: I need someone to take this personality test for my psych class. I was hoping to wow my professor with a genuine psycho. Like Amy. Or Hitchcock. Or Charles would be great.

Gina: Move over please, I do have a wedding to plan. Because if this thing's happening, it's not going to be a Boyle Bros event. For starters, all the bridesmaids are going to be dressed like Roseanne from the television show Roseanne.
Charles: Oh, I like that show.

Gina: A certified Shaman will conduct the ceremony, and the ring bearer will be an actual wolf.

Gina: What are you creeps doing? You made me look away from my phone. You better pray I didn't miss a text.
Amy: In the two seconds you looked away?
Gina: Seventeen texts. All of them important.

Gina: The only reason I didn't tell you is I don't value you as people, so why be honest?

Gina: So you choose your dad over me, your co-worker who hates you?

Charles: Papa's a gentleman and he won't propose until he gets Gina's permission, and she won't give it to him.
Gina: Who says papa? Are you a little French boy?

Charles: Well you know how our parents have been tender-sexing each other?
Amy: Ew.
Gina: Precisely, Amy, ew!