Dina: [blows whistle] Let's go, sir. No lingering. Just pick a conditioner and keep moving.
Amy: Nope, nope. You're fine, sir. Take all of the time you need.
Dina: Ah, he's just putting on a show. We all know he's just using it to masturbate.
Amy: Okay, Dina? Our customers are already on edge. They don't need us blowing whistles and yelling at them about masturbation.
Dina: Hard disagree. You heard Sugarman. We are essential. Customers are like sheep looking for guidance. Without leaders, sheep start to eat each other. So, unless one of us leads, this place is gonna be littered in haggis from here to Sunday. All right, soft hands. Get goin'.

Garrett: So when do you become a soulless suit and forget about the little guy?
Amy: No, it's not... The whole job is being a liaison to Cloud 9, so I'm still gonna be working with you guys. And they're still ironing out the details, but it'll probably be soon.
Dina: Damn it! Oh, not the California thing. I already knew about that. I actually knew before Jonah. So, no big deal. But Brian just texted. We're supposed to be going to the Aloha Thunder Indoor Waterpark for a sex weekend, but it turns out they're closing. Seems like this coronavirus deal is spreading.
Garrett: Whoa! The NBA just announced they're suspending the season.
All: What?
Cheyenne: Wow.
Mateo: More cases are popping up in Oregon, Washington, New York...
Cheyenne: [gasps] You guys, Tom Hanks has it! [all murmuring]
Mateo: What about Rita? Does it say anything about Rita? [Cheyenne checks her phone, turns around and nods] Ah, damn.

Cheyenne: I guess I'm kinda lucky because now that all concerts are shut down, I don't have to throw that huge, illegal music festival for my birthday that I charge people for.
Sandra: I don't think I knew about that.
Cheyenne: Oh, really? Tickets are still available. You should check it out.