Gina: Aww, Terry's pregnant?!
Jake: What? How do you know that?
Gina: We all know. You hit reply all on the email, Grandma Peralta.

Gina: Is she crying?
Jake: A little.
Gina: You should be wailing you stone-cold bitch. Now call my other grandma.

Gina: Partner? What is going on? Is this a Make a Wish thing? Are you dying? Is it from loneliness?

Amy: We're taking our relationship to the next level.
Gina: From awkward underling to awkward colleague. This is a real ugly duckling story.

Gina: I have either two or four words for you: Drag queen dim sum.

Gina: Oh no, six drink Amy isn't fun. She's just sad. Damn it!

Gina: Four drinks! Thank you, Terry's fanny, and thank you Poseidon, great God of the Sea!

Gina: The captain's making a toast. Don't be rude, prude.
Amy: Okay, I guess I'll have one more.
Captain Holt: You're on vacation. Who's counting?
Gina: *Whispers* I am.

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

Gina: Breakups are a cartoony thumbs down. They make people feel face-with-Xs-for-the-eyes.

Gina: Forget your ex with meaningless sex. It rhymes because it's true.

Gina: The English language can not fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts. So I'm incorporating Emoji into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.

Gina: It's a sloppy Jessica. Mac n cheese, chili, pizza on a bun. Its everything I've wanted to eat for the last 48 hours.
Sergeant Jeffords: What happened? I thought you were gonna 'last forever bitches.'
Gina: Turns out I gave up easy. You hear that bitches? I gave up so easy.

Sergeant Jeffords: All right, gang. Diet day 4. How's everyone holding up?
Gina: Honestly, I'm going to last forever. You hear that bitches? I'm gonna last forever.

Gina: "Kwazy" with a W, a backwards W.