Glenn: Thank you, Cheyenne, for taking us through your visit to Cancun, but... I'm not clear... what was traumatic about it?
Cheyenne: Nothing. It was awesome.
Glenn: Great.

Glenn: Okay, uh, well, who hasn't shared yet?
Jonah: Uh, Garrett hasn't.
Glenn: Oh. Garrett?
Garrett: Oh, no, I've lived a blessed life.
Sandra: I have something. My first apartment was in a pet cemetery...
Jonah: You're saying nothing traumatic has ever happened to you? 'Cause, you know, this... this is a safe space.
Garrett: Well, when I was a kid, I was really into horseback riding. I was good at it too. Until Chestnut bucked me going over a hurdle and I landed on my neck. Doc said I was lucky to walk away. But I came in last place, so...
Myrtle: Oh, I'm sorry.
Jonah: Yeah, that sounds bad.

Garrett: Hey, man. I'ma take off early. I, uh... saw a motorcycle in the parking lot and it's the same motorcycle that I was riding the night... it all went down.
Jonah: Okay, all right. Okay, okay, I get it. You're messing with me. You can stop now.
Garrett: Cool.
Jonah: Hey, just an FYI. I wasn't trying to be nosy. I just... I thought it would be cool to know you better. That's all. You know, you're my roommate, and you're my best friend, and...
Garrett: Okay. First of all, I don't need a best friend. I'm an adult. And if I did have a best friend, it would be my boy Randy Mendoza. We've known each other since the second grade.
Jonah: Always about Randy...
Garrett: Look. What if I told you I got shot in Iraq? Or got drunk and hit a bus full of nuns?
Jonah: Is this also in Iraq?
Garrett: Whatever it is, it's gonna put me in a box. And I don't want that.
Jonah: Understood.

Amy: Wow. Really got everything in here, huh? Beef jerky... beans... pornography?
Dina: People are gonna need a release, Amy. It could be hours down here.

Amy: Look, you know Brett is alive, right? No one died. It's all okay. So, we can just head out.
Dina: I'm not leaving.
Amy: [tries to grab Dina] You cannot... stay... down here!
Dina: Are you being serious right now?
Amy: [gasps] Oh, God. Okay, you know what? Fine. I get it. You don't want my help. I give up. I'm giving up.
Dina: Great. [Amy tries to grab Dina again] Oh, it's just getting sad at this point. You're so tiny! Look, you know what? Just for that, you don't get a space in the shelter.
Amy: Oh, I'm so sad that I don't get a spot in your little masturbation jail.
Dina: All jails are masturbation jails.

Cheyenne: Why didn't we know about Brett's death sooner?
Amy: Apparently someone was clocking in for him. Guys, this is one of the reasons that clock-in buddies is a bad idea.

Garrett: I get that it's weird for a dude to say this, but I'm gonna miss Brett's laugh.
Jonah: Me too, me too. Hey, man, uh, let me ask you something. How... How, uh... How did, how were you...
Garrett: I'm sorry. What?
Jonah: No, it's just... wh... did... did... Were you always... Did... because I don't... Oh, look! Look at that! That's Amy. Hey, Amy.

Dina: [over PA] Attention... all customers and employees to the storm shelter. Now, people! Let's go! Ugh! Move, grandpa!
Jonah: Oh, she's picking that lady up.

Amy: I think there's something wrong with Dina.
Glenn: Heck, yeah, there is. [puts hand out for high-five]
Amy: No, Glenn. It wasn't a diss. [Glenn's hand remains] Okay. [high-fives Glenn]
Glenn: Good burn! That was fun. Hey, let's do Elias now...

Glenn: Now, we don't have a binder on dealing with tornadoes, but I did find one on workplace shootings that I think I can make work.
Cheyenne: The tornado was like two months ago. We're over it.
Glenn: Well, maybe you are. But maybe there's someone else who's having trouble coping.
Mateo: Who is it?
Glenn: It doesn't matter.
Mateo: Is it Sandra?
Glenn: Nope.
Mateo: Is it Dina?
Glenn: I'm not gonna say.
Mateo: Carol.
Glenn: No!