Woman: Oh, excuse me, miss. Do you know the difference between a stool softener and a laxative?
Amy: I'll be right with you, ma'am. Cheyenne, what's going on?
Cheyenne: My boyfriend just asked me to marry him.
Woman: I don't want it soft. I want it out of me.
Amy: You know, I hadn't realized earlier that Cheyenne was the lucky girl you'd be proposing to.
Bo: Yeah, well, I knocked her up, so my dad says I have to. [Cheyenne squeals joyfully]
Amy: So romantic.
Bo: That's how I do it, yo. 100% love.
Woman: Bulking agent? Why would I want more bulk?
Amy: Ugh. Chey, you didn't say yes, did you?
Cheyenne: Why wouldn't I say yes?
Amy: Um... Cheyenne, look at me. I know how easy it is to get swept up in the... romance of all of... this. But... think it through, okay? Don't do something you're gonna regret for the rest of your life.
Woman: Yeah, okay. I'm gonna go sleep on it.