Frankie: [v.o.] There we were, stuck working on Thanksgiving. Waiting for customers who'd never come.
Frankie: This is insane. Nobody is gonna buy a car today. Why are we even here? Oh, my... I just wanna go home, eat with my family, enjoy some holiday savings, and a free hot pretzel. That is my right as an American. He can't take that away.
Bob: Frankie is right. We should say something to Mr. Ehlert.
Frankie: He can't say no to all of us. Right?
Bob: Right.
Frankie: Let's do this.
Bob: Let's go.
[As Frankie and her colleagues walk towards Mr. Ehlert's office, one by one her male co-workers peel off]
Frankie: Mr. Ehlert? [clears throat] We have something to say.
Mr. Ehlert: We?
Frankie: I guess it's I. I have something to say. It's Thanksgiving, Mr. Ehlert. We're supposed to be with family, people we love. Not people we sort of like because we work with them.
Mr. Ehlert: My wife left me. [sniffles]
Frankie: Oh.