Mateo: Okay. Here's the plan. Myrtle has passed. Rest in peace. Miss her like cray, but now I can quit the vision center and be your new assistant.
Amy: Mateo, you know it's not as simple as that.
Mateo: I can't work for Dan anymore. Every night, he calls me from the McDonald's drive-thru begging me to talk him out of it. And I try, but he goes through. And then it's just ten minutes of him sobbing and eating and I have to forgive him every night.