Glenn: Some of this stuff seems too nice to be in clearance, like Ottawa's Tallest Buildings.
Garrett: No, this junk needs to go in the trash. Nobody's buying it.
Mateo: More like no one's selling it. Does anyone remember when I worked here? Carts overflowed. Now I'm stuck watching you guys blob around all day while I waste my talents in the vision center.
Garrett: Helping people see?
Mateo: I know. A dog can do it.
Glenn: No one moved product like me back at Sturgis & Sons. I even got a plaque that said, "Dad's Number One Sales Boy."
Mateo: I'm sure you were good, like, back in the old days, but I'm just saying, in modern times, I was the best salesperson in the store.
Glenn: I think I might still have some moves left in me. In fact, on a good blood-sugar day, I might even be better than you.
Mateo: Okay, Glenn. Why don't we pick out items for each other? And if you sell yours first, I'll take over your bathroom trash duty for three months.
Glenn: Okay, I'm in.
Garrett: You know what? I'm in, too. Somebody's been putting what may or may not be dog poop in that trash, and I'm gonna let one of you guys figure out the mystery.