Dina: Fish in the locker? What kind of bush-league crap is that?
Garrett: Well, I didn't put a lot of thought in it because I didn't want to do it.
Dina: Okay, you're gonna need some help, so I'm willing to let you borrow this.
Garrett: Dina, you still have that bag of meth? We talked about this. You gotta turn that in.
Dina: Then what would I do in situations like this when I need a bag of meth? Okay, so, you're talking to Colleen, you casually... drop it at her feet. I bring Amy by and, "Oh, Colleen, did this just fall out of your pocket?" And she's all, "What? That's not..." and Amy's like, "Bup, bup, bup, Colleen. I don't wanna hear it. You're fired. And on your way out, give that bag of meth back to Dina."
Garrett: All right, look. Dina, I wanna help you out, but this is a little extreme.
Dina: You know, most reasonable people would expect one deed of penance per dead bird, and here I am very generously offering you a package deal. All you have to do is plant some illegal drugs on an innocent, but terrible woman.