Sandra: Uh, Amy, there was a mix-up and our vendor dropped all of our frozen seafood at the Bel-Ridge store, but it's closed down now, so it's, like, 40 pounds of shrimp just sitting in the sun. I mean, I'd go get a truck and pick it up myself, but I lost the feeling in the bottom of my right foot from a medically critical case of athlete's foot.
Amy: Oh. Oh, no. Well, um, I mean, I can drive a truck, but I'm gonna need somebody to help me load it. Um, Cheyenne, why... why don't you come with me?
Cheyenne: Yeah, I guess, but I call dibs on any loose shrimp.
Amy: Deal.
Justine: I'll come, too. Girl's trip!
Amy: Um, this is more of a two-gal shrimp job, you know?
Cheyenne: Well, if Justine can go, I should probably stay and finish this endcap.
Amy: No, no, no. The... The endcap can wait. I really need you, Cheyenne. I need you with me 'cause you are... Screw it! Sandra, plan B! [Sandra picks up Cheyenne]
Cheyenne: [screams] Hey!
Amy: I'm taking you to see Mateo.