Marcus: Coming through!
Mateo: No!
Marcus: I did it, I did it. Ah. Whoo! I got the job. Whoo! I won, I won. Victory lap. Guys, carry me out. Come on, let's go.
Amy: There's a lot to consider...
Marcus: Whoo! Yeah! Marcus! Marcus! [nobody else chants]
Amy: Still have to assess the...
Cheyenne: I know it wasn't the plan, but I think you'll be really happy with him.

Marcus: Oh, man. I... I totally get it. He... Of course he should get the job.
Amy: Right? Thank you for understanding.
Marcus: No problem. I'll just take the pay raise and then we're good.
Amy: I'm sorry, wh- What? No.
Marcus: Well, I mean, I did still win. And it just seems like if you want me to keep quiet about all this, you should make it worth my while. Right?
Amy: [scoffs] Okay, well, how about weekends off?
Marcus: Oh, man, that's such a good start.
Amy: Okay, Marcus, just tell me what you want.
Marcus: Amy, I... I think we both know what I want. [inhales] Mm. And I've been wanting it for a very long time.
[cut to Marcus seated in the warehouse:]
Marcus: Hey, Rico, check it out. I got a desk.

Marcus: [answers phone] Dina, hey. Are they inviting me after all? 'Cause I did throw my nice socks in the car, just in case.
Dina: No, you're still not wanted here. Look, I'm worried that Carol is plotting something. Has she been acting weird?
Marcus: I guess, like, her regular level.
Dina: Okay, yeah, what's her energy like? Is she laughing to herself? Rubbing her hands together maniacally?
Marcus: Okay. She's eating a sandwich, not in an evil way, but... it's not so positive, either. Should I send a pic?
Dina: Absolutely, you should.

Dina: [on the phone] Marcus, I realize you feel left out, but you have to let the invited move on with our lives.
Marcus: No, I'm calling to see if we have a spare key to the printer ink case. Elias can't find one, and Carol's not answering her walkie.
Dina: Wait, really?
Marcus: Yeah. No one knows where she is, and it's a bad time, man. We've got that Saturday night ink rush.
Dina: [hangs up] It's go time.
Marcus: [to customer] So I don't have access to the printer case, but I can offer you condoms or razors. Take your pick.

Marcus: Hey, guys, I don't know if Kira noticed, but my fly was open for that whole thing. Like, down and open. Like, basically framing it.

Cheyenne: You can't fit a whole 15-minute break into just 15 minutes.
Mateo: I can't relax if I know I'm being timed. It's too much pressure.
Marcus: Stopped. Started. Stopped.
Justine: So what if we leave our phones outside the break room? That way they won't know when we're in here.
Cheyenne: A break without your phone?
Sayid: Do you hear yourself?
Mateo: Jesus, Justine, either help or keep quiet.
Marcus: Now it's stopped again. I'm 70% sure this is what it is.

Man: Does this come in any other colors?
Marcus: No idea. I'm just trying to picture my fat nephew squeeze into this bad boy. Keep it between us, though. My boss doesn't want me talking about him. Hey, any chance you could FaceTime him while I secretly watch?
Man: Uh, I... I'm not gonna do that.
Marcus: Please, I need this. He's so fat.

Man: Are you the manager? 'Cause your employee's harassing me.
Marcus: Dude, if it's too awkward, just FaceTime your own baby, and I'll watch.

Marcus: Glenn and I, we're top dogs in this doghouse. Why? Competence. Jonah's... the most competent. Then Dina, obviously. Preeti is probably up there too. Uh... Oh, Mateo. Jeez. Okay.

Marcus: Uh, I said... Garrett yet? Did I mention Garrett? So there's gonna be Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Preeti, me... Depending on the week.