Amy: Um, hey, Dave.
Bo: Oh, what up, Amy?
Amy: What up, Dave, is that I asked you hours ago to assemble the Turtle Wax endcap, and it's still not done.
Bo: Oh, actually, I was gonna tell you...
Amy: No, I don't wanna hear any of your excuses. You know what? This is your third strike this month. I made up my mind. I'm gonna have to let you go. I'm so sorry you have to witness this, Maya.
Maya: No, please, these are your employees.
Bo: Yeah, I was gonna say I did that endcap a while ago. I set it up in the breezeway, you know, more foot traffic and et ceteras.
Amy: Wow, um... uh... wow. I'm... I'm just stunned, because this is isn't what we agreed upon, Dave.
Bo: Yeah, well, I was thinking about something Cheyenne said, and I figured, like, if I did a really good job, then it wouldn't really make sense to fire me, because that would be, like, bad management. Know what I'm saying? So, uh, guess I still work here. Maybe I can pick up a few extra shifts.
Amy: No. No, no, no. I already said that you're fired. And... and... and what I say goes, and I'm a... I'm a woman of my word. So... so all of those things put together means you're fired.
Bo: Aw, man. Cheyenne was right. I'm a screwup. I'm just a dumb, useless butt.
Maya: No, Dave, no. No, no, no. No, nobody is getting fired today, all right?
Bo: Really?
Maya: Yes. Amy, why don't you and I go have lunch?