Garrett: Oh, it is good to be outside. I'm gonna go home and play some video games.

Man: It's tough, because I have to live with this trash can, you know?
Jonah: Right. No, I get it. It's a very big decision. So, you know, maybe you could go home tonight, sleep on it, and decide tomorrow?
Man: No, "decide tomorrow" is what I said yesterday.

Cheyenne: It's my senior dance recital tonight.
Amy: What? Why didn't you tell us?
Cheyenne: Well, I can't perform because of, you know, this. [points to belly]
Amy: Oh.
Cheyenne: But I'm gonna go and cheer on the other girls.

Amy: Yeah, if this bozo ever leaves the store. Hey, Myrtle, go bust out your hysterectomy story.
Garrett: It's all right. I got it. [plays heavy metal music over P.A.]
Myrtle: It was 1953, and medical science was all the rage.

Glenn: [on the phone] The thing is, you just sent us the shipment of signs now, and I'd hate to keep people late on a Friday evening to hang them all up. So, if anyone gets this message, could you call me back, please? It's Glenn.

Glenn: [joins clapping] Hey, we're all staying late to do more work. I'm so sorry. I just found out about it. I feel terrible about this. Whoo-hoo!

Cheyenne: [on the phone] I'm stuck at work for an hour or two, but save my seat. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Woman: You have to get here, bitch.
Cheyenne: I know, bitch.

Jonah: This is kind of fun, right? Being up high like this? Reminds me of my indoor rock-climbing days.
Amy: I just need to get home to study for my midterm.
Jonah: Midterm. That takes me back.
Amy: Mm-hmm.
Jonah: Cramming for tests... or trying to. Half the time, I'd just end up getting drunk in someone's dorm room and spend the whole night having "deep conversations."
Amy: [laughs] That's so fun. Did I ever tell you the story about that one time when I went to college as a grown-up and I had to go work and I had all these responsibilities? It's a laugh riot. [climbs down]
Jonah: You don't have to hold the ladder, you know.
Dina: I'm not gonna let you fall... not on my watch.

Amy: Glenn, what's up with the lights? I'm kind of in a rush.
Glenn: Actually, the lights are controlled by corporate.
Garrett: What?
Glenn: Every night at a certain time, the lights dim, and the doors automatically lock.
Amy: All the doors lock?
Glenn: Yep.

Glenn: Okay, the bad news is we're locked in. Dina and I will go to my office and look for the lock override code.
In the meantime, you guys keep putting up signs. You can make a game out of it. You can call the game "Signage Fever."