Gina: Ames, I wanna say you look great.
Amy: Thank you.
Gina: You didn't let me finish. ... for you. Great news is, it doesn't matter. This campaign, like three out of five Backstreet Boys, is inconsequential.
Captain Holt: That is enough, Gina.
Gina: All I'm saying is as, a - if not the - voice of the streets, is, this tisn't going to work.
Captain Holt: And all I'm saying as a - if the not the - boss here is, if you're not going to support me, you can leave.
Gina: Fine. I will leave. I'm gonna go get a mani-pedi, and I'm going to do some serious sub-tweeting. So you might want to keep off the net.

Gina: It's Gina's phone. Leave me a voice-mail. I won't check it 'cause it's not 1993.

Sergeant Jeffords: And, Gina, you can't run that space heater 24/7 anymore.
Gina: Space heater? Excuse me, this is a Fornax Radiant Comfort System, and her name is Jacinta.
Sergeant Jeffords: Okay, well, Jacinta's gotta go.
Gina: He didn't mean that, darling.
Sergeant Jeffords: Seriously, turn off the space heater.
Gina: No.
Sergeant Jeffords: Do it, now. That's an order.
Gina: Yeah, well, you don't wanna start a battle of the wills with Gina Linetti because you will emerge from that battle a broken man. Not to brag, but I was name-checked in my kindergarten teacher's suicide note.
Sergeant Jeffords: Oh my God.

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

Jake: Boyle, they found one of the stolen paintings at her house.
Charles: But she says she didn't know how it ended up there.
She's being set up.
Jake: Framed! Art joke. Continue.

Jake: Let's go free an innocent woman.
Charles: Nice. My dreams are coming true. You and me getting my lady off together.
Jake: I mean, you know how that sounds, right?

Captain Holt: Gina, as you predicted, there was some backlash to the poster campaign.
Gina: Yes. I'm the Nostradamus of your shame.