Ted: Hey, Boss. Rebecca: Oh. Hello, Ted. Do you know this John Wooden? Ted: No, ma'am. Never had the chance to meet him. Rebecca: Oh, pity. Ted: I like this. Rebecca: Ah, I mean, if you don't like that, you don't like ice cream. Ted: What's up? Rebecca: Do you know what time it is? Ted: Uh, 9:30. Or half nine as you folks say over here for some goofy-ass reason. Rebecca: That's just to annoy Americans. Yeah. No, this is that time of year when I come down here and reveal something to you. Ted: Oh, snap. That's right. Okay. Well, here we go. Uh, you know what? Maybe I should guess this year. Rebecca: No, no, no, that's silly. Ted: Yeah. No, you just go ahead and tell me. Go on, let 'er rip. Rebecca: I've got nothing. Oh, I really tried as well. I mean, even on the walk over here, I was thinking something would pop into my head, but nope. Absolutely nothing. Sorry, Ted. No truth bomb this year. Ted: Well, that's okay. I got one.
Nate: Don't think the cleaners actually cleaned the floor. Jade: There are no cleaners. Nate: So, why do we put the chairs on the tables? Jade: The patriarchy. Nate: Oh, okay. Oh, well. I'll just, um... Just go get a broom.