Ken: How about Justine trying to sound Blacker when she talks to Black people?
Justine: Oh, that's how you gon' do me?

Glenn: [on video call] There they are! Thanks, Demetrius!
Demetrius: Yo, Jonah stopped answering his phone too.
Glenn: So Garrett. How are those pizzas? Are you enjoying them and feeling appreciated?
Garrett: People seem to like them, but I think we're good on pizza, Glenn.
Glenn: Yeah, well, it just... Some of the white employees were upset that they didn't get any pizza, and, you know, the point of all this was to make everyone happy, so...
Garrett: I thought the point of this was to apologize to the Black employees. Either they're reparations, or they're not.
Glenn: Okay, well, can't you think of it like this? Like, for you, the pizzas are reparations for racism. And for the white employees, they're reparations for not getting pizza.
Garrett: Okay, so it's an all lives matter pizza party? Fine, great. Okay, that's perfect. [over PA] Attention, all Cloud 9 employees in all departments. Please report to the break room for pizza because apparently, now everyone gets pizza. Never mind that the basic infrastructure of this country makes it so that one group of people gets way more pizza than others! Or that some of us spent over 400 years forcibly making pizza for white people!

Earl: Hey, man. We heard your announcement. You seemed pretty beefed.
Justine: And you had every right to be. I mean, from one pizza slut to another, I totally get it.

Sandra: Wow, well, congrats on your clean bill of health, guys.
Mateo: Ah-ah-ah. So we will see you at movie night, right?
Sandra: Oh, well, you guys are safe, but won't there be other people there?
Cheyenne: Yeah, but, I mean, we can uninvite them. It can just be us.
Sandra: What movie were you gonna see?
Mateo: Hereditary.
Sandra: Ooh, that's too scary for me.
Mateo: We can watch something else! Your choice.
Sandra: Well, I've been meaning to see if Herbie: Fully Loaded lives up to the hype.
Mateo: Done. We'll see you there.

Dina: So Glenn's still on self-quarantine for another week, but he wanted me to relay that he misses you all and he sends everyone his biggest, warmest hug. If anyone wants to report that for harassment, I encourage you to do so.

Jonah: I'm assuming we're in health and beauty because the raccoons finally claimed the warehouse.
Sandra: I like it here. It smells like confident women.

Dina: We are here to right an injustice. Effective immediately, Cloud 9 will no longer keep Black haircare products in locked cases.
Cheyenne: Wait, why are those locked up? Can you huff them, or is it more like a butt thing?
Garrett: Oh, a butt thing? No, I think it's because they think Black people are gonna steal them.
Nia: Yeah, we have to ask for the key. It's like a walk of shame every time you need argon oil.
Jonah: Wait, seriously? That was store policy? That you had to humiliate yourself just to get the... al... al... almond? The...
Garrett: What was it called?
Jonah: The almond oil. Almond.

Earl: Yup, that was pretty cool of corporate to fix it.
Garrett: Oh, yeah, it takes a lot of courage to make a gesture this small this late in the game.
Dina: Look, the important thing is it ends today. You know, I thought my legacy as acting manager was gonna be the new forklift pallet clamp, but turns out it's racial justice. So... Okay, Ken, do you wanna do the honors?
Ken: Oh! Six-foot bubble, everybody. And watch your fingers. I just had these sharpened.
Dina: Uh, Ken, on the count of three, you're gonna bolt cut us into the 21st century. One, two, three. [clattering]
Jonah: Or, you know, since we put the lock there, maybe we have the key.
Dina: Less ceremonial, but fine.
Ken: Oh, that's my house key. This one's Gram Gram's skate rink. This is my Orangetheory locker. Ah, yeah, key to the racist lock.

Dina: Pretty big day, huh? Justice, one. Racism, zero.
Jonah: I'm not sure that's the score.
Garrett: You do realize the hair products thing isn't the end of racism. It's not even the end of racism in the store.
Dina: Oh, is this because Karen started here last week? Because she's willing to go by Jill.
Garrett: What? No. Don't you think it's messed up that we've never had a Black district manager? Or that the employee handbook limits our hair length to three inches... in diameter? That basically means no afros.
Dina: I guess I just never thought about any of this stuff. I mean, you've never brought it up before.
Garrett: It's not my job to call out every racist thing I come up against. It's my job to announce sales and pretend not to notice when people return used swimsuits.

Mateo: Okay, so I'll borrow Eric's movie projector. And we already have, like, 10 camping chairs, so that should be enough for everybody.
Cheyenne: Ooh, this is gonna be so fun! The last time I saw an outdoor movie, I was on shrooms, and it turned out to just be a Steak 'n Shake menu.