Amy: Great, guys, we could tear this apart all day. The point is Cloud 9 just wants to communicate that it's modern and forward-thinking. Anyway, we'll be rolling out Cloud 9.0 technology like a digital map of the store, a Smartphone app. Guess they finally heard about those.
Cheyenne: Oh, are we gonna get paid in Bitcoin?
Amy: Um, no.
Cheyenne: Aww, man, I really want to find out what Bitcoin is.

Garrett: Man, come on, Dina. Did you throw away my lunch again?
Dina: Did you really think writing Elias on it would work? I know your handwriting.
Garrett: Okay, well when are you gonna stop punishing me?
Dina: Mm, maybe when my birds stop being dead. How's then sound? Now, pipe down. We're busy.

Amy: Uh, hey, Chey, can I talk to you for a second?
Cheyenne: Sorry I was late this morning. Harmonica was being so difficult. I couldn't get her to finish her breakfast soda.
Amy: Right. Um, no, not that. Actually, uh, I went to visit Mateo again yesterday, and he mentioned that you hadn't been yet, and he told me he'd love to see you.
Cheyenne: It's just been hard to find a time. Bo's doing motocross now, and he needs me to be at all the races in case he dies.
Amy: Okay, uh, well, you know, if you ever want to go during work, I could find someone to cover...
Cheyenne: Oh, thanks, but no, don't worry. It's not like I've forgotten about him. I'm keeping notes on all the gossip and I've been taking photos of all the bad outfits for him for when he gets back.
Amy: Okay, well, uh, I just... I told him I'd relay the message so... [camera shutter clicks] Was that... did you just...
Cheyenne: Okay, I should get back to work.

Justine: So we're totally out of jetpacks?
Amy: No, there were never jetpacks.
Cheyenne: [to customer] Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you to put that back.
Justine: Wait, does the Fenton store have jetpacks?

Cheyenne: I'm sorry for freaking out at the bald lady. I had low blood sugar.
Amy: Yeah. You know, actually, I went back and checked the schedule, and it turns out that Mateo set up that endcap on the day that he got taken away by ICE.
Cheyenne: Cool.
Amy: You know what? Actually, um, the other day, I got so mad at Emma for wearing my pearl earrings, and I was like, "Amy, what's going on?" "They're just earrings." But then I realized that those earrings had been given to me by somebody I loved dearly. My grandma, who died. Uh, she fell off of an escalator, and... and cancer... It doesn't really matter how she died. That's not the point of the story.
Cheyenne: Got it. Emma's dressing like an old lady, and you want me to give her a makeover. I think it's time.
Amy: No, I'm saying you miss Mateo and that it might not just be good for him if you went and visited him. It might be good for you, too.
Cheyenne: Oh, wow, Amy. That's really smart, and so wise. Thanks for being such a good friend.
Amy: Aww. Thank you.
Cheyenne: Thanks for always looking out for me. Thanks. [exits]
Amy: Wait, are you gonna go see Mateo?

Marcus: Okay, none of us are in the FBI, so claiming jurisdiction is a no go. Garrett, where are we with your connection inside the detention center's infirmary?
Garrett: Exactly where we were when we started. I don't have one.

Glenn: Hey, I was gonna clean that spill.
Jonah: Oh, well, yeah.
Glenn: I need a spill. [takes customer's drink]
Jonah: Oh, no, Glenn, you don't need to prove yourself.
Glenn: Refills are 49 cents. [pours drink]
Jonah: No, Gle...
Glenn: Okay, here we go. If you think that robot is good at cleaning, you should see Glenn the man.
Jonah: Okay, Glenn the man, there's no reason to be threatened by this thing.
Glenn: Really? 'Cause first it took my name, and then it pushed me out of the way while I was working, and now it took my spill. I mean, maybe it should be raising my child and sleeping with Jerusha.

Sandra: Uh, Amy, there was a mix-up and our vendor dropped all of our frozen seafood at the Bel-Ridge store, but it's closed down now, so it's, like, 40 pounds of shrimp just sitting in the sun. I mean, I'd go get a truck and pick it up myself, but I lost the feeling in the bottom of my right foot from a medically critical case of athlete's foot.
Amy: Oh. Oh, no. Well, um, I mean, I can drive a truck, but I'm gonna need somebody to help me load it. Um, Cheyenne, why... why don't you come with me?
Cheyenne: Yeah, I guess, but I call dibs on any loose shrimp.
Amy: Deal.
Justine: I'll come, too. Girl's trip!
Amy: Um, this is more of a two-gal shrimp job, you know?
Cheyenne: Well, if Justine can go, I should probably stay and finish this endcap.
Amy: No, no, no. The... The endcap can wait. I really need you, Cheyenne. I need you with me 'cause you are... Screw it! Sandra, plan B! [Sandra picks up Cheyenne]
Cheyenne: [screams] Hey!
Amy: I'm taking you to see Mateo.

Jonah: Glenn, you have to drop this stupid vendetta against the robot.
Sayid: I hate that thing too. It stole from me. I dropped my lotto scratcher and it sucked it right up.
Earl: I was rushing to the men's room 'cause I had to pee and it was blocking the way. I made it, but a few drops came out.
Glenn: Jonah, I'm just shocked. I mean, you of all people, Mr. Labor Union, taking that thing's side!
Jonah: There are no sides, guys, okay? Amy asked me as a favor to watch the robot, and I am. Believe me, I... I don't like this... this automation stuff any more than you guys do. I... I get it, you know? How can we compete with a machine that doesn't get tired or ask for health care or... or a raise? I mean, uh...
Glenn: We can't compete.
Jonah: No...
Sayid: It's the perfect employee.
Earl: That thing needs to go.
All: Yeah.
Jonah: Well, it's still charging so it can't go anywhere.
Glenn: Jonah, step away from the robot.
Jonah: Wait, Glenn, what's the end game here? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop.

Garrett: Oh. Oh, that smells horrible. What is that?
Marcus: We're sneaking Mateo out to the sewer so we needed to get used to being in sewage.
Dina: And because the amount of actual sewage we could get our hands on was disappointing, we had to come up with a substitute.
Marcus: Lucky for us, there was a dog food recall.
Dina: And the Manhattan Clam Chowder in the cafe didn't sell. Probably because it smells like this.
Marcus: All right, surf's up. Oh, wow. Oh, yeah. It's chunkier than I thought. Ooh. Oh, oh!