Cheyenne: Ooh, there's a jingle-writing contest. Bo could enter that. If he won, he could stop dancing for his mom's friends.
Glenn: It's my responsibility to show the reporter around, so, please, let's put our best foot forward, okay? Cheyenne, that means no falling asleep in the bedding department.
Cheyenne: I get tired, Glenn. I'm pregnant.
Glenn: Not today, you're not!
Cheyenne: Okay.