Mateo: Please, everybody keep back and in line. It's a fire hazard.
Cheyenne: Also, if anyone finds a green hair thingy, it's mine. I dropped it on the way in. Green hair thingy.
Mateo: Super cute.

Glenn: Okay, uh, quick question. Um, I'm trying to stay relaxed today, so Jerusha gave me these pills that she got after her train accident. I just want to make sure I won't get hooked.
Tate: [exhales] Alprazolam, Good, good times. Yeah, it's a low dose. You should be okay.
Glenn: Oh, okay.
Tate: Have you had anything to drink today?
Glenn: Uh, just three mugs of juice.
Tate: I think you'll be fine.
Glenn: Okay. No, I lied. It was seven mugs. I just didn't want you to judge me.
Tate: That's too much juice, Glenn.

Jonah: Pretend I'm not here.
Amy: Why pretend when you could really just not be here?
Jonah: You know, everybody here is so jaded. This is exciting! This is fun. This is, like, the closest our country has to the running with the bulls in Pamplona.
Amy: Ugh.
Jonah: Okay, I'll shut up, sorry.
Amy: Wow, I just got really nauseous all of a sudden.
Jonah: Nauseated. I'm so sorry. That's, like, a reflex a mine. I'm working on it.

Glenn: Okay, everyone, here's the sitch: It appears that everyone in the store got very ill from food poisoning, probably from our potluck. Oh well, sacré bleu. You know, stuff happens. As you can see, though, I am, uh... I am staying very calm. I took a pill. I don't think it did anything, though. Oh, I like this store.

Cheyenne: I just wanna go home.
Mateo: I can't do this. I'm one of those people who hates being sick.
Amy: Hot take, Mateo.

Amy: Okay, guys, I know we're bare bones, but we can still make this work. If Sandra could triple-cover Camping, Menswear, and Softlines... Sandra, you can do that, right?
Sandra: I guess if my knees were normal, but three different doctors said...

Dina: Hey, one TV per family. Listen, lady, I'm putting your face in my memory palace. Eyes too far apart, stringy hair. Ethnic nose. This isn't over! Oh, it's over.

Amy: Oh, and then we just need Herman to cover everything.
Dina: Herman hasn't worked here in six months.
Amy: Fine, then, you know what? I don't know how to make this work.
Mateo: If it makes you feel any better, this is probably all your fault. That stuffing you made tasted like burnt hair.
Amy: My stuffing is not what made us sick. If anything, it was probably Dina's weird tofu turkey thing.
Dina: You know what's weird? Eating the flesh off of a bird's bones, you savage.

Jonah: Heather, reconfigure the LPOs, and then move 'em to the PRC.

Glenn: [driving fork-lift at customers] Thank you so much for shopping at Cloud 9.
Woman: Oh, sir, you accidentally drove over my daughter's doll!
Glenn: Not accidentally.