Jonah: Oh, uh, no, the tuna goes one aisle over. It's, uh... it's not a bean product.
Emma: It's a can.
Jonah: Sure, yeah, yeah, it's a can, yeah, but, um, you know, we don't really organize things here by shape. So it's not like the cans go over here and the boxes go over there.
Emma: Whatever.
Jonah: N-no, not... no. No! Not whatever, okay, missy, and you know what? You got to put that phone away too.
Emma: You're not my boss.
Jonah: Yeah, I'm... [grabs Emma's phone] Well, I'm the grown-up.
Emma: Hey!
Jonah: You're not getting paid to gossip with your little girlfriends, okay? So get back to work, or your ass is grass, and I'm... I'm the... lawn mower.