Glenn: Come on, Donovan, like, we we know each other. We've worked together for years. [Donovan sighs] Like, I know that you tore your meniscus playing handball, remember? And you've got a bulldog named Velvet.
Delivery Guy: There's nothing I can do.
Glenn: I also know about the waitress.
Delivery Guy: The waitress?
Glenn: Yeah. On April 7th, you told me that your wife was going out of town for a month. But then on April 21st, you told me that you'd "pounded a waitress, until her eyes rolled back in her head." I didn't wanna hear about it at the time, but now I'm glad I did.
Delivery Guy: [exhales] I'll take them back.
Glenn: That is wonderful! See, I knew we could come to an understanding, Donovan. Thanks for stopping by.
Delivery Guy: Go [bleep] yourself, Glenn.
Amy: Again, I'm sorry about the typo. I didn't know it would get so dark.