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

Gina: That guy? No way. He yelled at me when I asked him the same question about Jay-Z three times in a row.
Captain Holt: Why does that matter?
Gina: Because whoever takes this IT job is going to have to deal with Hitchcock asking him how to log in to his email every single day forever. How do you think Professor Short-fuse is going to handle that?

Sergeant Jeffords: Fine. How about this guy?
Gina: No, that guy was scared of everything! Do you remember Rosa's reaction last time the printer jammed?

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: Plus, we already have the perfect candidate already, Savant.
Sergeant Jeffords: That punk who hacked us?
Gina: Precisely. Captain, turn your greatest weakness into your greatest strength. Like Paris Hilton re her sex tape.
Captain Holt: Get to the point.
Gina: Savant tore our walls down, but he can build them back up. Taller and thicker than ever.
Sergeant Jeffords: But how can we be sure he won't turn on us?
Gina: His mom ratted him out, so I bet he'd love a steady pay check to get out of that snitch's house. Oh, if I had a mic right now, I'd drop it.

Gina: Do whatever you want, but most women don't really like it when dudes lie to them. Except for me, but I'm wired to thrive on dysfunction.

Gina: You think you can just bully people, but you can't. It's not okay. I'm the bully around here. Ask anyone.

Gina: Ha, put it in the suck it, bucket.

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

Jake: I'm just so sick of losing to Holt. I want that medal.
Gina: It's not real gold. I tried selling it online. Zero bids.

Gina: I'm not gonna help you rob him, Jake. I'm his assistant, and I take that job incredibly seriously.
Jake: You're literally making paper airplanes out of police reports right now.
Gina: Well, how am I supposed to get it into that garbage can?

Gina: Gina's authentic stolen police badges. How can I help?
Jake: Hey, it's Peralta.
Gina: Oh, hey, Jake.
Jake: Hey, do you carry a hair dryer in your purse?
Gina: Of course. I'm not an animal.

Gina: I wanna get certified. There has been a ton of crime in my neighborhood. And the cops in my precinct are very bad.
Captain Holt: You live in our precinct.
Gina: Yeah, I know.

Captain Holt: Sergeant Jeffords, my office.
Gina: Uh-oh. He probably wants to talk to you about how your shirts aren't tight enough probably.

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.