Dina: This is what you get for wanting to be a manager. Just a sweaty idiot snoring and farting through his basement.
Jonah: You don't wanna be a manager?
Dina: God, no. Why would I?
Jonah: I just figured since you're an assistant manager, the next logical step would be-
Dina: What's wrong with being an assistant manager?
Jonah: Nothing, nothing. If you're happy, I'm not judging you.
Marcus: It sounds like you're judging her.