Jonah: [on the phone] Hi, uh... I'm wondering if you have anybody staying in your cabins by the name of Amy Sosa? You don't? Okay. Oh, do you have anybody by the name of Bethany? Sometimes when she travels, she tells people her name is Bethany. It's like her name tag thing, you know?
Sandra: Yeah, that never got old.
Jonah: You do? Oh, um... do you know if, um... if she's there with um... one person, multiple people? I ask because I-I want to send them a long sandwich, and I want to know how long the sandwich should be. Uh-huh. She... She checked in with a-a gentleman.
Sandra: [whispers] What's his name?
Jonah: Sorry, she's... She's what? She's... She's in the parking lot giving lizard tattoos. Okay, thank you so much for your help. [hangs up]
Sandra: Amy's giving lizard tattoos?
Jonah: [sighs] No, Bethany is giving lizard tattoos.
Sandra: Right, "Bethany."
Jonah: No, no, it's not Amy. It's Bethany.
Sandra: Right, not Amy.

Mateo: I'm actually okay with the fit. It's just, I don't really like beer. Or twins, honestly. It's like, again with this person? [laughs]
Cheyenne: Mm-hmm.
Mateo: Cheyenne, are you even listening? This shirt is ruining my life. It is crazy soft, though. But again, the fit.

Cheyenne: What did he mean by Zephra shutting down all the Cloud 9s?
Glenn: Who knows? The guy's clearly lost it.
Mateo: Yeah, that wife he mentioned? She's probably just a mop with sunglasses.
Cheyenne: I don't know. I mean, in-store sales have been down 'cause of COVID. And it would kind of explain why corporate hasn't sent those replacement shopping carts.
Mateo: Cheyenne, he ate the entire can.
Glenn: And it's not even like it was cat food, you know, where you look at the picture on the can, and you're like, well, maybe.
Cheyenne: Hmm...

Dina: You know, maybe it was my fault. I didn't explicitly say "don't break up with my boyfriend for me."
Garrett: Hold on. Okay, Brian called me. I wasn't trying to break you guys up.
Dina: Oh, come on. No one is buying that. Look at you. You are dying to date me. You're practically drooling.
Garrett: Okay, you know what? You're the one who keeps bringing this up. Maybe you're the one who's dying to date me.
Dina: That's ridiculous. You do nothing for me. But if you want it so bad, I mean, I can take pity on you, and we can get dinner tonight.
Garrett: Okay, so we'll go out to dinner because I want to. Not you, me.
Dina: Exactly. And you probably want to go somewhere fancy, like Tony Rotundo's because that's how pathetic you are.
Garrett: Oh, sure. You just happened to mention my favorite restaurant because clearly you don't care about me at all.
Dina: Pfft, you're loving this. I bet you are gonna have a great time.
Garrett: Oh, more like you will. Time of your frickin' life.

Cheyenne: Oh, sir! Sorry, you can't open those until you pay for them.
Lowell Anderson: Oh, that's all right. I'm Lowell Anderson.
Cheyenne: Okay, cool. You still have to...
Glenn: Oh, my God! Oh, my God. You're... You're Lowell Anderson!
Lowell Anderson: Yes.
Glenn: Cheyenne, this is Lowell Anderson!
Cheyenne: Cool. The more I hear it, the more it just sounds like a furniture store.
Glenn: No, but the son of Doug Anderson, the founder of Cloud 9! Except Lowell's the one that took it international and made it what it is today. To what do we owe this honor?
Lowell Anderson: Oh, well, I was in town on business, and I enjoy visiting my stores. And using public restrooms keeps me grounded.
Glenn: I read that in your book!
Lowell Anderson: Well, thank you.

Glenn: Um, sorry. Would you mind if I took a photo? This is a huge deal for me.
Lowell Anderson: Oh, of course, sure.
Glenn: Okay... Cheyenne, please.
Cheyenne: Oh, okay.
Glenn: Thank you. Thanks. I'm Glenn Sturgis. I'm the co-manager. And this is Cheyenne Taylor Lee.
Lowell Anderson: Uh-huh, okay.
Glenn: She's the floor supervisor...
Lowell Anderson: Let's take the photo now.
Glenn: Yeah.

Glenn: Mr. Anderson is not your typical heartless businessman. My father had a hardware store, Sturgis and Sons, and Cloud 9 undersold us and put us out of business, but my dad said you were always a gentleman about it. Even took him out to dinner on the night that the store closed for good.
Marcus: Wow, mensch alert. [applause]
Jonah: I'm sorry, did we not hear the put him out of business part?

Lowell Anderson: I mean, I'm still sharp as a tack up here. Yep, still asking all the big questions.
Glenn: Wow.
Lowell Anderson: For example, these, uh... these vests. Why?
Cheyenne: Because the employee handbook says we have to wear them.
Lowell Anderson: Yeah, but how are we gonna get inside the heads of our customers if we're separating ourselves from them? No vests today. Everybody, take your vests off. Get 'em off!
Dina: You heard him, take the vests off. Let's go.
Lowell Anderson: Get your vests off.
Dina: Would you like the polos also, sir?
Lowell Anderson: No, just the vests.
Dina: Okay. You can leave that on, Sandra.
Lowell Anderson: Ah, you still look stuffy. [Mateo scoffs] Here! Wear one of these. Like a customer would.
Mateo: "The only thing I like more than beer is twins."
Glenn: Don't you already have that shirt at home?

Lowell Anderson: [to Glenn] And you.
Glenn: Mm-hmm?
Lowell Anderson: Change that hair.
Glenn: T- The hair? Uh, how?
Lowell Anderson: Well, something groundbreaking. Surprise me. Your hair should literally surprise me.
Glenn: Okay.
Lowell Anderson: Go, do it now.
Glenn: Well, yes, sir, I was gonna give you the grand tour, but maybe Cheyenne could do it.
Cheyenne: Oh, okay. Do you have to pee before we get started?
Lowell Anderson: Nope.
Cheyenne: No? Last chance. Oh, actually now I have to pee. Yep.

Hannah: At least it's almost over. Just a few more depositions. Last night was annoying. I had to depose your old manager. And her video must have frozen a hundred times.
Jonah: Oh, you talked to Amy?
Hannah: Yeah, her connection was terrible. I guess she's in some cabin up in the mountains.
Jonah: Oh, nice, nice. Um, did she happen to say who she was there with? Work retreat, big group?
Hannah: I didn't ask. Why?
Jonah: Nothing. Yeah, no. She just never seemed... Outdoorsy. Anyway, this weekend.
Hannah: Right.
Jonah: I wish we could really go out. Just like hit the club, you know?
Hannah: Oh, mm-hmm.
Jonah: Just dance.