Jonah: How's it going?
Amy: Not so great. Brett sold the nacho-cheese dispenser from the cafe.
Jonah: The man knows how to close.
Amy: How does he do it?
Jonah: I don't know.

Jonah: And you know what? This is not gonna help, but I was this close to making a $1,000 sale, and then I opened my big, fat mouth and talked him into spending $2,000.
Amy: Shut up. No way.
Jonah: I did what you said. I did not take "No" for an answer.
Amy: Oh, my God.
Jonah: And every time I felt bad for the guy, I just thought, "Hey, look, it's either coming out of his pocket or Amy's."
Amy: Yes! Oh, my God, I love you so much right now. Um, get back to work.
Jonah: Okay.

Dina: I hate balloons.
Glenn: Well, we need them. Balloons are like our souls. They want to go up, but can't, and when you pop them, they scream.
Dina: Okay, I thought we were throwing this party together, but, sure, let's only get things that are important to Glenn. God forbid we splurge on a pinata for the lady who woke up to her dead best friend and then had to sneak him into her neighbor's garbage can before trash pickup. [sobs]
Glenn: Okay. You really want a pinata? I have an idea.
Dina: Oh, who cares? I have ideas all the time.

Garrett: Oh, Amy's husband's here.
[The camera pans over to see Adam reading a magazine while a balding, middle-aged man stands near him]
Jonah: Oh, wow. That is not what I... So is he, like, a... Like, a really funny guy or a musician or something?
Garrett: I don't think so. I think he makes grill videos.
Jonah: Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

Glenn: And then we just fill it up again with candy.
Dina: Yeah, I know how a pinata works. Thanks. This was a good idea.
Glenn: Aw.
Dina: Hey, this stuffing looks like clouds. We could use this as, uh, decorations for the party.
Glenn: Cloud 9! [Dina chuckles] Look at us working together, riffing off each other's ideas, huh? It's kind of like jazz, you know? [scats]
Dina: [scats]
Glenn: Yeah. Yeah, go, go, go.
Dina: [both scat] Xylophone sound. [sings] We're jazzin', we're snazzin'

Jonah: I don't think you should buy this stuff.
Adam: Huh? You just said that I should.
Jonah: Yeah, but then I realized, what if part of the lightning in the bottle you were able to capture in those videos was actually the old-school grill, right?
Adam: Uh, I don't think that's true.
Jonah: Sure, sure. You know what? Hey, how about this? How about this? You head out to the car, and I'm gonna bring this stuff out to you.
Adam: Oh, I still got to pay for it, so...
Jonah: It's on me.
Adam: What?
Jonah: I would like to pay for this... all of it.
Adam: What, you mean you want to, like, invest?
Jonah: Yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to get in on the ground floor. You know what? Partners?
Adam: Well, what percentage are we talking?
Jonah: Ah, you... whatever you think is fair. We can talk about it later.
Adam: No, no, no, no. I don't think so. I mean, that's how people get in trouble. I could see maybe going 80-20.
Jonah: Uh, 80/20 is a deal. You got yourself a deal.
Adam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I just... I'm not sure I want to give up that kind of equity.
Jonah: I don't need equity. I just need you to get out of here before...
Amy: Adam?
Jonah: That happens.

Amy: We can't afford a grill right now.
Adam: But we can afford for you to take all the college classes in the world.
Amy: Excuse me?
Jonah: This is not Adam's fault. This is my fault.
Amy: Jonah, stay out of this. Those college courses are gonna help me make more money for us.
Adam: So will the videos. Jonah's already invested.
Jonah: I wouldn't use the word "invested."
Adam: We're 90/10 partners.
Jonah: I thought you said 80/20? Stop it, Jonah.

Amy: This feels about right as the ending to the day.
Jonah: [sighs] Yeah. Is your husband still here?
Amy: No, he went home.
Jonah: He seems nice.
Amy: [chuckles] Yeah, he is.
Jonah: Hey, uh, I'm really sorry about...
Amy: It's not your fault.
Jonah: So how'd you guys meet?
Amy: I don't really want to talk about my home life.
Jonah: Got it.
Amy: I was in high school, and he was a football player.