Jonah: Oh, wow. Hi. Who are you?
Cheyenne: Our greeters for today. Dina said everyone at Quincy was hot, so this is Dido and Bax.
Bax: Yo.
Dido: Hi.
Cheyenne: Oh, his shirt comes off if you want.
Jonah: Nope.

Mateo: Ugh, Carol, you shouldn't be doing this. Let me assist you.
Carol: Really?
Mateo: Yes. Happy to be of assistance. Like an assistant.

Justine: Oh, my God, it's... Oh, my God, oh, my God.
Amy: Okay, Justine, calm down.
Jonah: No, that's the right reaction. There's, like, eight severed feet in there.
Amy: Oh, my God.
Justine: Oh, my God.

Jonah: Uh, can I help you with anything, or...
Megan: I think I'm okay. Thanks, though.
Jonah: Cool, no problem. Yeah. We're all about customer service here, so anything you need...
Man: Yeah, where are your candles?
Jonah: They're just, uh, right over there. [to Megan] Anyways, you need something, let me know.
Man: Can you just show me?
Jonah: Sorry, sir, if you just walk in that direction, you'll find them. So... Uh, I'm kidding, of course. I'm gonna take you to them because that's what I do. Right this way.
Man: Thanks. So what are they like?
Jonah: Candles?

Mateo: So I cleaned out all the old Filet-O-Fish boxes from your trunk, except for the one labeled "private," which I will neither judge nor ask questions about.
Carol: Mateo, thank you. You know what? You've convinced me. You're hired.
Mateo: Oh, thank God. I mean, I really hope we save this place, but it's starting to give off a real "portal to hell" vibe.
Carol: Mm.

Amy: Megan. Yep, that's right. I've been here the whole time. [off her look] Amy Sosa.
Megan: Oh, right. I'm sorry, I didn't know what you looked like.
Amy: Don't tell Dina.
Jonah: Never.