Amy: Mateo and Eric, they would be good together, right?
Jonah: Not my first choice, but sure.
Amy: Look, Eric's gotta get out of the house. He needs a social life. I-I want him to meet a nice guy, and Mateo's nice, sometimes, in a way.
Jonah: So then what's the problem?
Amy: Well, Mateo is afraid that I'm gonna be too involved, so he won't even give Eric a shot. I think I'm gonna have to give them a little bit of a push.
Jonah: To show that you wouldn't be too involved?
Amy: No, I'm gonna get involved now just to get the ball rolling.
Jonah: Right. Got it.

Glenn: Hi. I know you've been out here for a while, so behalf of Cloud 9, I would like to apologize.
Man: Where's my order? I need that washing machine.
Glenn: Okay, I'm not on order fulfillment. I'm on apologies.
Man: Why'd they send you all the way out here to apologize when you could have just brought me my stuff?
Glenn: Oh, don't worry, sir. Your order will be right out. We've got our best team members on it.
[cut to Myrtle struggling to shift the large washing machine box back in the store]

Jerry: We don't really have many guests. Oh, do you want a snow cone?
Garrett: A snow cone? No, I'm... I'm good. Thank you. You guys big Guy Fieri fans?
Jerry: Who? [Garrett points to a framed photo on the wall] Oh, we got that at a yard sale. We liked his confidence.
Garrett: Mm. Well, why don't we break into this little bad boy and download some games?
Jerry: Do you think you'll want a snow cone later? 'Cause the machine's in storage and I'd have to wait for the water to freeze and we'd need to get a jump on it
Garrett: Yeah, you know what, Jerry, I'm... I'm all good on snow cones.
Jerry: Okay. We don't have any of the flavored syrup anyway.
Garrett: Okay, so just crushed ice in a cone.

Mateo: Oh, here you are. Both of you.
Amy: Yep, I'm just having Eric install some shelves. He put some shelves in our mother's bathroom and they looked... really cool.
Mateo: I thought you said Cloud 9 didn't approve these.
Amy: I don't think that's what I said at all. Anyway, uh, new shelves, new possibilities, new connections. So with that, I will leave you to... it. I will leave you to it. Good-bye.

Man: Excuse me. I order three jars of pumpkin spice salsa an hour ago, and I've been waiting in my car.
Jonah: Are you sure? 'Cause we filled all the orders that came in.
Man: Obviously you didn't, because I don't have my pumpkin spice salsa.
Jonah: Yeah, I'm sorry, but there's no order here.
Man: Well, I guess I'll go get my pumpkin spice salsa by myself, like it's 1950.

Jonah: What order was that guy talking about? Did it fall somewhere?
Cheyenne: Yeah, I don't know. He sounded like a liar to me. Just ignore him, you know?
Jonah: Is the printer out of paper or... Wait. It's unplugged.
Cheyenne: Okay, it was me, all right? I unplugged it! I couldn't take the beeping noise anymore!
Jonah: So the orders are still coming in? We're just not being notified?
Cheyenne: Yeah. Isn't it so much better? [Jonah plugs it back in] No, Jonah, no! The plug is what gives it power! [printer beeps] Should we just quit our jobs? I mean, I'm in if you are.

Glenn: Can everyone in this row hear me? 'Cause I'd like to apologize and offer you all a nice, hot cup of cider to enjoy while you wait!

Jonah: Look, Dina, there was a minor printer glitch that set us behind, but... but I promise we are gonna do our best to get back on track.
Dina: [scoffs] Your best? You're gonna have to do better than that. Otherwise, this program is gonna get shut down, all because you couldn't hack it. You two are a lazy waste of feet.
Jonah: Okay, you know what, Dina? You've just been barking orders at us all day, and if you were actually doing the work, you would see how hard it is.
Dina: Oh, you think this is hard work? I could do this all by myself. In fact, that's what I will do. Time me.
Jonah: Okay, great. Let's see how you do.
Dina: [chuckles] I shine under high-pressure situations. This is 2003's regionals for Missouri's Best Bagger all over again.
Jonah: I guess we'll see. You ready?
Dina: Wait. [stretches] Okay.

Sandra: Watching your brother work, huh? I heard you had a thing for him.
Amy: I do not have a thing for my brother. I'm just checking to see if he and Mateo are hitting it off. Come on, you losers. Somebody say something. Hit it off.
Sandra: Maybe you should give them some space.
Amy: I'm all the way over here. How much space do they need?
Sandra: Yeah.

Amy: Hey, Eric! I just thought I'd swing by, see how things are going.
Eric: Well, I hung one bracket, but there's only three screws left.
Amy: Yeah, yeah, you're good. You got this. You know what I was thinking about? Remember that story you told me about when you were in the Phoenix airport? Oh, sorry, uh, Mateo, are we talking too loud for you?
Mateo: [sighs] You're fine.
Amy: Okay, great. Um, you were saying?
Eric: Well, I was talking about shelves.
Amy: No, but you were about to tell me that funny story, about how when you were in the Phoenix airport, you saw Anna Wintour.
Mateo: [scoffs] Yeah. Anna Wintour flew commercial to Phoenix?
Eric: Yeah, no, I-I thought it was her, but it just ended up being some old white lady with big sunglasses and a bowl cut. She was actually kinda racist. She asked me to carry her bags.
Amy: [laughs] That is so funny. You are so funny! I just... I wish I could go to dinner with you and just, like, hear your stories and laugh and drink and laugh, and I'm not mad at the view either. You know what I'm saying?
Eric: Amy, stop.