Gina: I know we're all concerned about Boyle, but again, there is a solution. Forget your ex with meaningless sex. It rhymes because it's true.

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

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

Jake: Good point, Captain Holt. Or should I say Captain Raymond Sex-Vibes?