Garrett: Oh, hey, Dina, what's up?
Dina: So are you just planning to avoid me until one of us quits, or...?
Garrett: No, no, no, no, it's just, you know, I've been busy. You know, different shifts, whatevers and etceteras. Look, Dina, the time we had together was special, but, as a child of divorce...
Dina: Oh, believe me. I have absolutely no interest in pursuing this. I mean, do you have any idea the kind of men I've had? Sky diving instructors, hand models, two of the original members of Fine Young Cannibals. Come on.

Garrett: Ooh, oh, it's a VHS copy of Murder, She Wrote, seasons three, episodes seven through nine.

Glenn: Hey, Janet. What's your favorite animal?
Janet: A clownfish...
Glenn: Okay.
Janet: Riding a bicycle.

Glenn: You know, some days you get the giraffe, some days you get the wig.
Amy: I'm sorry?
Glenn: It's an expression. You haven't heard that?

Mateo: Ugh, can we, like, get some coat hooks or something?
Amy: Well, before we do that, can we fix this drip? Or, like, at least get a new bucket?
Glenn: Oh, I would love to fix that, but, no, corporate only gave us $15.00 for break room repairs, and we blew through that on the bat traps.

Dina: Speaking of corporate, this memo just came through: "This time of year, many of us suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. Look out for the following symptoms of depression..."
Glenn: Pfft! Who would get depressed here?
Dina: "Listlessness..."
Glenn: Come on.
Dina: "Irritability..."
Glenn: You wish.
Dina: "General discontent..."
Glenn: No way.
Dina: "Apathy..."
Glenn: Give me a break.
Dina: "Above all, remember Cloud 9 cares. This memo clears parent company of any liability for employee suicide."
Garrett: Hmm, Cloud 9 really does care.
Dina: Well, they did send a letter.

Dina: All right, ticktock, come on.
Cheyenne: I think I saw a stuffed giraffe in here, and Harmonica loves giraffes, so, uh, ooh!
Jonah: And it's a wig.
Cheyenne: Ooh, I can't give this to her. She'll think I'm slamming her for being bald.

Glenn: Hey, Cheyenne. How you doing?
Cheyenne: Just a little down, you know, some days you get the giraffe, and other days you get the wig.
Glenn: That's so true. But hey, what is your favorite animal, hmm? [removes balloon]
Cheyenne: Ooh, a peacock.
Glenn: A peacock. Okay, that's... that's ambitious. I know how to do a dog, so...
Cheyenne: Okay, dog.
Glenn: No, no, you said peacock. One peacock, coming up. [balloon snaps]
Cheyenne: Ow! My eye! Ow, ow, ow!
Glenn: Oh, oh, no, no, I did-
Cheyenne: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

Jonah: Amy, I have an important question. Might I borrow these this weekend? I'm attending the opera.
Dina: Um, yes, all you need now is a T-shirt with Bugs Bunny dressed like a cholo, and you're ready to go.
Jonah: Oh, you know what? I think you left some stuff in your pockets. Yeah, here we go. Here is your old end of a joint. Enjoy.
Amy: Yes, I've been looking for that.
Jonah: Here's your halffilled tin of dip, didn't know you were a dipper.
Amy: Yeah, don't even talk to me before I dip.
Jonah: Fliers for sexy escorts.
Amy: Gross.
Jonah: This one says, "Carerra is gymnast." So you might wanna keep her at the top of the pile. An old receipt, and, uh, here is your... giant wad of cash.
Amy: Seriously?

Amy: Nine hundred and six dollars.
Jonah: Somewhere in St. Louis, there's an overweight stoner who can't pay his escort.