Carol: I think we should fire the sluts.
Justine: I hope not all of us sluts.
Dina: You're not a slut, Justine. Stop trying to seem interesting.

Myrtle: This may not be politically correct... but let's just fire all the minorities.

Marcus: Oh! You wanna fire me? Well, guess what? If I go... Mateo goes, too. We have an alliance. Right, buddy? [Mateo moves away] Oh, real nice. So much for Dave Matthews fans sticking together.

Dina: Turns out management is safe. Found out the hard way. I had to eat some of Glenn's banana bread. I'm gonna be backed up till Sunday. Maybe I'll have chili for lunch. Blast it with dynamite.

Jonah: This is not a democracy. It's mob rule.
Glenn: What's the difference?
Jonah: Um... uh, wow, that's a really interesting thought.

Dina: [on the phone] I'm okay for now, but if something is to happen... Crackers, Harriet, Mr. Beaks... I want you to open the cages. I know you know how... I've known for months.

Jonah: [over PA] Attention, shoppers. If you are the owner of a four-door, beige, sexy Cabriolet, your lights are on. That again is a beige, sexy Cabriolet.
Garrett: Subtle.
Jonah: I'm just talking how I talk.

Carol: [on the phone] Hi, Jerry. I'm just calling to let you know that you should probably get tested. There are, like, ten guys here who say that Sandra gave them herpes.

Glenn: In your infinite power and compassion, please save us from destruction. Thank you, Ganesh.
Cheyenne: [laughing uncontrollably] We're all gonna die.
Glenn: Dear, Allah, in your infinite power and compassion, please save us from destruction. [storm recedes] Thank you... Allah?

Cheyenne: You guys, I found my green hair thingy.