Amy: Hey, Dina, Justine's complaining about an odor in the women's room again. She's describing it as a liquid raccoon smell. Hey, Dina. You okay?
Dina: What? Yeah, sorry, I just haven't really been sleeping lately. You know, weather's getting worse. I'm starting to think we should get everyone into the new storm shelter.
Amy: [scoffs] Uh, I don't think that's necessary. It's just a rainstorm.
Dina: Tell that to Brett. Oh, wait, you can't. 'Cause he's smeared all over the Midwest.