Roland: You know, Johnny, I love all this water cooler talk, but let's get down to business. I was lookin' around this place, and boom, it hit me. There's a lotta wasted space in here. I mean this should be an area for guests to come and mix and mingle.
Johnny: Well, I don't think I like the thought of guests mingling in my office. That's what their rooms are for.
Roland: Ah, but, do the rooms have a... [grunts; grunting with effort; thud; pants] Beer fridge?
Johnny: Where did this come from?
Roland: I brought it over this morning. Joce wanted a little extra space for the new baby, and I thought why not help out a buddy in the process?
Johnny: And how's this helping me?
Roland: Well, you can sell beers to the guests, Johnny. Unless of course you're trying not to make money, which would explain a couple of things here.
Johnny: Well, of course I'm tryin' to make money.
Roland: Johnny, if it makes any difference to you, I've already sold 2 beers to a fellow staff member.
Johnny: Would that staff member be you?
Roland: Yes, it would. I'm gonna have 'em after lunch.

David: I just wish they had been consulted before they were moved.
Patrick: David, you move things without consulting me all the time. Like the brooms!
David: Okay, well they were fugly brooms with big red handles. They didn't match our sand and stone colour palette.
Stevie: Well, this is clearly a high stakes situation, so maybe you wanna close the store down and figure it out.

Twyla: So, it looks like I will be seeing you tonight.
Moira: Why would that happen?
Twyla: Well, Alexis came by this morning and was really adamant that we go out tonight. Apparently I've been taking too much time for myself, and I need to get back out there and meet people.
Moira: Is that so?
Twyla: Yeah, I actually had plans tonight, but Alexis said it would be best if I just cancelled them. She's gonna help me get ready at the motel, and then we're gonna go to the bar together.
Moira: Always the little philanthrope.

Johnny: You're gonna have to say goodbye to Carmine and his friend.
Roland: It's his brother, Brian. Although they could be friends too, I don't know, they could be brothers and friends. Guys, how would you describe your relationship? Friendly?

Johnny: You're supposed to be weeding the back lawn today.
Roland: Okay, but for the sake of customer service, try to chill out, my man.
Johnny: I will chill out when the back lawn gets weeded.
Roland: Oh, fine. Fellas, finish it without me. Sorry. [exits]
Johnny: [to Carmine and Brian] Has she broken up with the boyfriend yet?

David: Hi. Notice some of our more discreet backroom items are now on display at the front of the store. That would have nothing to do with the conversation we just had before I left, would it?
Patrick: Oh, well people have been asking for plungers, and, uh, you insist on keeping them hidden away in the back room because you find them offensive.
David: Hmm.
Patrick: So, uh, I thought given the demand for some more basic items, this could be a good opportunity for you to make a compromise.
David: Okay, I mean if assaulting customers with the sight of a toilet plunger the minute they walk in the door is something that you consider to be an effective business strategy, then that is a compromise that I am willing to make.

Moira: Well, look at the two of you. Oh you remind me of my days at the old Mudd Club on the Lower East Side. I remember one regrettably early morning with Johnny Thunders.
Alexis: Okay, can we help you with something?
Moira: Oh, I'm sorry, can't a mother show a little interest in her only daughter's social calendar?

Moira: So, what establishment are we going to grace tonight?
Twyla: It's just a bar on the outside of town.
Moira: And how are we getting around? They don't allow you to drink and drive anymore.
Alexis: We will be taking a cab.
Moira: No you won't! I will drive you! Oh dear, I have the night to myself, and I would like nothing better than to find a new man for Twyla. I see before me, a beautiful young woman in her prime, who deserves every happiness.
Twyla: Mrs. Rose, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
Moira: And I mean every word of it. So I think you girls should allow me to play chauffeur for the evening. It'll be the black car out front.
Alexis: Okay, I know what our car looks like, but thank you.

Moira: If, and when, you meet someone who catches your eye, hold his gaze. Then walk up behind him, trace a single finger down his back. And if he follows you into a dark corner of the bar, it's meant to be.
Alexis: Hm, that sounds super embarrassing.
Moira: It was my go-to move many years ago, and it always paid off. And do you know who my last target was?
Twyla: Who was it?
Alexis: Ooh.
Moira: John. Cougar.
Alexis: No.
Moira: Mellencamp. [Twyla laughs] But guess who drove me home that night?
Twyla: Mr. Rose.
Moira: Yes, you're right. And that car ride was better than any dark corner dalliance with JCM.
Alexis: Ew.
Moira: Sometimes in life and in love risks must be taken. One never knows what may happen.

Jocelyn: So, he seems to be making himself comfortable here.
Johnny: Yes, a little little too comfortable. Jocelyn, I don't wanna start anything here, but Roland did finish work a few hours ago, and I was telling him that he should be heading home?
Jocelyn: Here's the thing. I have just remembered how attentive Roland gets when I am pregnant. He is very hands on, very concerned, and he is just always there. So we were thinking that it might better, for me, if we could just kind of extend his work day, you know, to allow for some more alone time. For me.
Johnny: Okay. I understand.
Roland: Oh! [laughs] Wow! I just upgraded my wand! Two more levels and I'll have enough opals to buy the harp.
Jocelyn: Way to go, honey! Alone time, Johnny. I just need some alone time.