Dina: How about you cool it with the attitude?
Garrett: Not today, Dina.
Dina: What, you think you're the only person that's uncomfortable? My pelvic area is like the Gulf Coast right now. Seriously, I could steam shellfish in these khakis.

Garrett: [over PA] Attention Cloud 9 shoppers. We do apologise for the heat in the store today. The temperature is controlled by Corporate, and we are working on it. And though I am thankful for all of you who have taken the time to tell me that it is hot in here, the next person who does, I'ma have to murder. That is all.

Dina: [hissing]
Garrett: Do you have to make that noise?
Dina: I've got a really bad itch at the back of my throat. You know how they say people swallow, on average, three spiders per year while you're asleep? I think, last night, I hit my trifecta.

Marcus: It just goes to show you keep your head down, you do the work, get your thumb cut off, and agree not to sue, anything can happen.
Amy: Okay. So you can clean this up?
Marcus: I got a lot on my plate right now, uh, but sure, yeah, I'll take care of it. You know what they say: heavy is the head that wears the pants.
Amy: Okay.
Marcus: It's Shakespeare. Maybe pick up a book once in a while.

Glenn: Your job is to hand me the tools as I need them, okay?
Cheyenne: Wow, you're so handy.
Glenn: It's "handsy." Plural. But yeah, the Sturgises have always been builders. In fact, my ancestors built the ships that brought the very first African-Americans to this country.
Cheyenne: You mean, like, slave ships?
Glenn: No! [downbeat] No.

Dina: If you can't be professional, stay off the airwaves.
Garrett: Whoa, keep your hands off Thor's hammer.
Dina: Come on.
Garrett: No, it's... No, absolutely not.
Dina: It's mine now.
Garrett: Oh, yeah?
Dina: How about it?
Garrett: Boom. What about that? Round two.
Dina: Is that your own personal microphone?
Garrett: Yeah. I carry this one with me.

Dina: [sighs] God, the heat really brings out your age, doesn't it?
Amy: Dina, I am trying to keep a positive attitude today, so help me out, okay?
Dina: Yeah, sure. Sorry. [silence] So did you eat a lot of French onion soup last night, or is that just the natural scent your body secretes? You just have a very unique musk. It's thick. It's, like, swampy.
Amy: Okay.
Dina: It's like a swampy musk.
Amy: I'm walking away. Bye.
Dina: It's not bad. What? No offense.

Garrett: [o.s.] Ooh! Ahhh! [Dina walks in] Oh, shut the door. You're letting the air out.
Dina: Are you Glenn? 'Cause this is Glenn's office, but you don't look like Glenn. Unless Glenn completely changed everything about the way he looks, or Glenn's actually always looked like Garrett but has just been wearing a mask all these years. I'll get to the point. I know you're not Glenn.
Garrett: Wow. Well, you figured that one out. Look, I'm just taking a break from the heat.
Dina: Yeah, it is a lot cooler in here. I mean, a gal could dry her pants out all the way in a place like this.

Amy: Marcus, a customer just slipped on the spill.
Marcus: Yeah, sorry, Ames. We'll get to it. We're all just pretty hot back here.
Amy: Yeah, no, I get it. It's hot everywhere. But you said you'd clean it up.
Marcus: Okay. Relax. There's no need to get emotional. [Jonah gestures for Marcus to not go there]
Amy: Emotional? Am I... am I getting emotional?
Marcus: Kind of?
Amy: Okay, you know what? It's not a big deal. Just needs to get cleaned up. I'll have one of my guys do it.
Marcus: Much apreesh. Oh, and hey, Ames, smile. You'll live longer.
Amy: Did you just tell me to smile?
Marcus: Yeah, you little sourpuss.

Amy: [over PA] Attention, employees. Do not clean up the yogurt spill in Grocery. This is a warehouse problem, and it will be cleaned up when they clean it up. Go to hell, Marcus.
Woman: Excuse me. It's a little hot in here.
Amy: We are aware of it!
Woman: Okay.
Amy: Have a heavenly day.