Dina: All right, I'm calling it. Time of death, 11:13 p.m. Just let it all burn.
Garrett: Wait, we're just gonna leave?
Cheyenne: It was your idea to bail.
Garrett: Yeah, I suggest that every Friday. Even you, Dina? You said you'd never give up.
Dina: I also said I'd never vomit on a toddler's head. Lot of firsts today.
Garrett: Hold up. Wait. Yo, I don't like working here.
Amy: Okay.
Garrett: But it's my job. I do the bare minimum, but I don't do less than that. And I'm not about to let a bunch of deal-hungry rubes trash our store and make me feel bad for Dina, which I did not think was possible. So I'ma get out there, and I'ma finish my shift. And yeah, I'ma cut corners, and I'ma phone it in, but it'll never be said that Garrett McNeill did not do just enough to not get fired.