Dina: So, Amy Dubanowski. Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect Amy Dubanowski.
Amy: Why would I steal a crate of fruit?
Dina: I don't know. I mean, clearly you've been having trouble making ends meet, neglecting your personal hygiene, the old clothes, busted-up shoes, the ratty hair, hints of meth mouth.
Amy: Okay, I'm leaving.
Dina: Uh-uh, you're not going anywhere until you answer all of my questions. Did you take the fruit?
Amy: No.
Dina: Then you can go. By the way...
Amy: What?
Dina: That headpiece looks great on you.
Amy: Oh. Thank you.