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.