Glenn: Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy. Oh, they are gonna fire me.
Dina: [sighs] In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have helped steal that minifridge. Or the washer/dryer combo. The second minifridge.
Glenn: Oh, God, I could go to jail for this! And then my cellmate is gonna ask to borrow my comb, and I won't be able to say no.
Dina: Take a breath, man. You're not getting fired. Okay? I'll amortize the shrink over the next year and borrow overstock from the Quincy branch. The manager and I follow the same Korean softball league.
Glenn: Wow, okay. What if the ruffians come back?
Dina: Not to worry, I've been texting with Titus, and he's handling it on the street. That kid would literally do anything for me.
Glenn: You are really saving my rump.
Dina: Well, you still got a few usable brain cells rattling around.
Glenn: [chuckles] You know this job is a lot. And I'm still trying to keep my stress level down. Do you think maybe we could, you know, talk corporate into some sort of co manager arrangement? I mean, if you'd be open to it. Sort of a "two heads are better than one" thing?
Dina: Animals born with two heads usually die almost immediately, but sure. I'm honored you asked me.
Glenn: I'm honored you'd accept.