Mateo: I... sorry, I mean, I would help him myself, but he insisted on speaking with a manager.
Amy: Hi, I'm Amy, the floor manager.
Castor: I'm Castor. You look really nice.
Amy: Okay, how can I help you?
Mateo: Uh, Castor mentioned that he works in insurance, which is a very stable industry.
Castor: I used to work in textiles, but insurance was a dream of mine, so now I work in insurance.
Mateo: He took the leap.
Amy: I'm sorry, do you two know each other?
Mateo: No.
Castor: Mateo's my cousin.
Mateo: Hmm. Cousin, in, like, you know, all Filipinos are related...
Castor: Our mothers are sisters.
Amy: Okay.

Mateo: What is wrong with Castor?
Amy: Uh, he's weird, I'm not attracted to him, and when you mentioned that he "worked" in insurance, you could've mentioned it was horse insurance.
Mateo: There's a lot of money in that. Horses' lives are crazy.

Jonah: [over PA] Attention Cloud 9 shoppers. Sushi is on sale at the deli. Mmm, discount sushi from a big box store. Why just eat when you can gamble at the same time? You know what, that sounded harsher than what I meant it to. If you like the sushi, just get the sushi.

Garrett: [over headset] Okay. No, I am at work. I'm getting paid to sit around and play video games all day. Aww, sorry, Craig, I forgot you got fired.
Sandra: Hey, Garrett, can I leave a little early? I teach water aerobics to seniors after work, and they yell at me if I'm late. It can get racist. They don't know what I am, so it's kind of all over the place.
Garrett: Kinda busy, I say you just do you.
Sandra: Really? Dina normally says that...
Garrett: Just do whatever you want. No, not you, Craig, you need to go back to Staples and make things right.

Mateo: Amy, I'm gonna give you some gay man tough love right now. Okay? You ready? I wanna make sure you're ready.
Amy: What, Mateo?
Mateo: [sighs] Okay, no tea, no shade... you're not a ten right now. It's not about your looks. You just have some major dings. You're over 30, you're divorced, you have a kid.
Amy: Cheyenne has a baby, does that give her a ding?
Cheyenne: No, because I have a baby the way that Chrissy Teigen has a baby. You have an old baby, so that's a double ding.
Mateo: Yeah.

Amy: This whole system of rating people is gross.
Carol: What's my number?
Mateo: Um, you're a four, Justine's a three.
Justine: But it's cool, 'cause I clean up on twos. Girl's trip! [chuckles]
Cheyenne: No, Sarah's a seven, Brett's an eight, Tate's a ten because he has a good job and abs.
Tate: That's correct, I'm the complete package.
Justine: Wait, what number is Amy? Are we tied?
Amy: God, no. I'm sorry, that was not... No, I think you're beautiful. See, this whole system just sets us back.
Mateo: You're just a little bit higher than Justine.
Amy: A little higher? No offense, Justine, we're all God's creatures. [mouths] What?

Jonah: [over PA] Attention Cloud 9 shoppers. Roma tomatoes are now $2.99 a pound. $2.99, Kelly... a small price to pay for a taste of Italy.
Kelly: That's for sure. Now, Jonah, I always forget... are tomatoes a fruit or are they a vegetable?
Jonah: Oh, I say vegetables so I get credit for eating my veggies.
Kelly: [laughs] I know, right?
Jonah: Busted, okay, I'm busted.

Dina: I mean, I could use a snack... just some baby carrots.
Glenn: Okay.
Dina: And pita chips.
Glenn: Mm-hmm.
Dina: Ooh, and dips... hummus, vegan tzatziki, maybe a guac. Yeah, for sure a guac. And if you could stack them in a bowl... preferably glass so I can see the layers... that'd be great, thanks.
Glenn: Okay. I'll see what we have that wasn't part of the listeria outbreak.

Glenn: Dina? Were you here all night?
Dina: Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess I fell asleep. Oh wow, I feel rested. You know, some of my birds have night terrors, so it's usually hard for me to get that deep REM.
Glenn: Well, ah, that's, that's great. I'm glad you got some rest. Yeah, why don't you, uh, you know, get changed and we'll get to work, huh?
Dina: Yeah, okay.
Glenn: Hey, it's gonna be a big day. Quarterlies are due. Plus, we're doing double coupons on catheters, and at least two retirement homes are bussing in the oldies.

Dina: [sharp inhale] Ooh, boy.
Glenn: What?
Dina: Oh, I... Just got this feeling like a marble rolling around in my uterus, I mean, gosh, I wonder what that's about. Probably nothing. Anyway, up and at 'em.
Glenn: No, no, no, no, you stay on that couch! That sweet little marble is the only thing that matters.
Dina: Okay, I mean, I will continue to lay, but only if that's what you want.
Glenn: I do. You relax.
Dina: Hey, would you mind grabbing me some wet wipes and a bottle of Febreze? I wanna take a little whore's bath before the store opens.