Garrett: Ooh, nice assist!
Jonah: Hey, I played basketball when I was a kid until my parents let me stop.

Amy: Wait, I don't get it. It's one of the slowest days we've ever had. Why can't one of the warehouse guys load this?
Sandra: I don't know. Dina just told me to and when I asked her why, she said, "Shut up, Sandra."
Dina: Shut up, Sandra!
Amy: What are you...
Dina: Ladies' lunch. [closes truck door]
Amy: No. No! No! I said no!

Dina: All right, everybody. First on the agenda: free talk. A couple of ground rules. No shop talk. Also, no religion or politics. Too divisive. Also, don't tell a story about someone we don't all know. It makes people feel excluded. Other than that, sky's the limit. [awkward silence]
Cheyenne: Have you guys heard the new Fetty Wap song?
Dina: We're not talking about music! Okay? That's just a bunch of sounds, and I can hear that anywhere.

Myrtle: I'll take a Rusty Spaniard.
Waiter: I'm gonna have to see some ID.
Dina: Are you kidding? Look at her face. She's, like, 2,000.

Dina: Okay, so... why don't we go around the circle and each name our favorite part of the penis? I'll go first. The bottom.

Amy: So when you say the bottom, you mean the base or, like, the underside?
Dina: [picks up pepper grinder] Um, I'd have to say, like, just the full underneath.

Justine: Okay, this is gonna sound so naughty, but should we get another round of drinks? We shouldn't, should we?
Amy: Nope. We should really get going.
Dina: You're not even trying to have fun. And Myrtle's not done yet.
Amy: Look, I really appreciate this gesture, I do. This was very nice of you, but this is... terrible. It's depressing and... and awkward. We have nothing to talk about. And I know this sounds weird, but this food smells like bowling.

Amy: Okay, Cheyenne, Marcus, Brett, Peter. Go.
Cheyenne: Okay. I would bang Marcus...
Amy: Ugh!
Cheyenne: Marry Brett... and kill Bo's mom.
Amy: No, Cheyenne, she's not an option. That's not the game.
Cheyenne: I don't care. She sucks!

Cheyenne: Okay, um, okay. Glenn, Garrett and Darren.
Dina: Okay, obviously, I'd kill Glenn. Um, probably just like slit his throat or tear him limb from limb. Uh, then I'd marry Darren, and I've already [bleep] Garrett, so I guess him again. [all laugh] No. No, no, no, really. I have. Don't know why we're laughing, because I did. [laughter intensifies] On Black Friday after we all got sick. I had to erase the security camera footage.

Amy: Look, Adam and I have been together a really long time. And I just wanna know that if we are together it's because we want to be, and not because we're afraid of change.
Dina: Oh, you know, if worse comes to worse, my cousin knows a divorce lawyer in Little Rock. Three jet skis in that garage. You'd be in good hands.