Cheyenne: Hey, reporter! Will you listen to a song for the jingle contest?
Cynthia: I'd love to. That's why I went to journalism school.
Bo: [sings] Cloud 9, come inside Let the savings rain down on you Ooh
Cynthia: That's... actually surprisingly not terrible.
Cheyenne: Really? Oh, my God, Bo. She loves it.
Bo: I'm psyched.
Cynthia: Yeah, it's good. It's a catchy tune. [Cheyenne squeals]
Bo: Catchy? [off Cheyenne's look] Thanks.
Cheyenne: You know what? Forget about it. Bo is the man that I love, and I won't watch him give up who he is, even if it means losing millions of dollars.
Cynthia: Millions of dollars?
Cheyenne: Yeah. You can keep your stupid money.
Cynthia: Okay, just to be clear, the prize is a $10 Cloud 9 gift card.
Bo: You heard her. Don't be trying to suck us back in with your fancy-ass lawyer words. Here's what I think about that contract right here. Ohh! Rip, rip, double rip.
Cynthia: That's not a contract. That was the directions to my hotel.
Bo: Whatever, illuminati.