Gina: Have you seen Captain Holt? Tall, handsome gentleman dressed like an airline pilot.

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

Gina: All men are at least 30% attracted to me. My mother cried the day I was born, because she knew she would never be better than me. At any given moment, I'm thinking about one thing: Richard Dreyfuss hunkered over eating dog food. I feel like I'm the Paris of people.

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

Jake: It's the most fun day of the year. Something you wouldn't understand because you're not programmed to feel joy.
Captain Holt: Yes, but my software is due for an exuberance upgrade.

Captain Holt: I do not have a problem. If I want to play Kwazy Cupcakes, I will play Kwazy Cupcakes. Kwazy is a difficult word to say in anger, but I think I've made my feelings clear.

Captain Holt: Stop saying kwazy. And stop playing this inane garbage. It's embarrassing.
Gina: Say it to my face.
Captain Holt: I did. You were looking at your phone.
Gina: Oh. My b.