Gina: If I die, turn my tweets into a book!

Captain Holt: Santiago, I may need you to come in for a bit on saturday.
Amy: Again? Are you kidding me, man? (Gasps) I'm sorry. Let's start fresh. Hi!
Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, my God.
Captain Holt: What just happened?
Gina: Her mind finally snapped, like a stale breadstick.

Rosa: I'm sorry. I just don't think this is something you're good at.
Gina: What? The only thing I'm not good at is modesty, because I'm great at it.

Rosa: In this case, not being a cop might be better.
Gina: That's true in all cases. Cops are the worst.

Gina: This man is a Timberlake and you need to stop treating him like a Fatone.

Charles: These, Madam, are STDs.
Jake: What are you talking about, buddy?
Charles: STDs. Save the Dates. For Vivian and my wedding.
Jake: Ah, yes. Hey, just out of curiosity. How many people have you given STDs to?
Charles: Lots. Like a hundred.
*Everybody but Boyle laughs*
Charles: Oh, I get it. STD has another meaning. You're gross. No one else is gonna think that.
Amy: Everyone else is gonna think that. But it's sweet that your mind didn't go there.
Charles: You're right it is sweet.
Amy: Will your first dance be to You Give Me Fever?
Sergeant Jeffords: Will you be serving crabs at the reception?
Gina: Do you have herpes?

Charles: No, that's the Boyle family sourdough starter. It's fed us for 140 years. The bread it births is succulent and firm. Tang for days.
Gina: I hate so many of the words you just used.

Captain Holt: To catching a serial killer.
Jake: To catching a serial killer.
Gina: To Rihanna, because I love Rihanna.

Charles: Oh, hey, can I borrow that? Genevieve's out of town. I need two phones so I can send her a "frontie" and a "backie."
Gina: I don't want your ass in my cloud.

Charles: Gina. Gina. Gina, I screwed up, big time.
Gina: Charles, given your daily life experiences, you're gonna have to be more specific.

Gina: Yes, I am amazing. And I only ask for one thing in repayment, a 600% raise.
Captain Holt: Or I could give you a 0% raise, and make you my personal assistant. Which is what I'm doing. I think you have hidden talents which will make you surprisingly good at the job.
Gina: No, I have no talents.

Gina: Being able to read Jake's handwriting is a gift. A useless, useless gift.

Jake: Holy crap.
Captain Holt: No one can know about this, understood?
Jake: Understood.
Gina: Understood. What? I hang out in the men's room all the time. The acoustics are amazing.

Gina: Listen to this. Scully searched for how much fudge is in a calorie.

Amy: You're not a cop so I'm not really sure how you could help.
Gina: Mmm-kay. No hard feelings, but I hate you. Not joking. Bye.