S1E1: 11:40: Dylan G: Nah. Endorphins.

S1E1: 11:42: Mark S: Oh.

S1E1: 11:43: Dylan G: Petey better not be out for the day, cause I'm about zero seconds from wrapping the Tumwater file, and he needs to process it.

S1E1: 11:49: Mark S: Uh, I think he's out.

S1E1: 11:52: Dylan G: If he doesn't process today, they won't know until Tuesday of next week. It's typical Lumon bullshit.

S1E1: 11:56: Mark S: Oh. Careful, guy.

S1E1: 11:59: Irving B: Hi, kids. What's for dinner?

S1E1: 12:01: Dylan G: Goddamn it, Irv. We warned you.

S1E1: 12:02: Irving B: About the greeting? You were kidding.

S1E1: 12:04: Dylan G: No, we sincerely hate it. How many reasons did we come up with?

S1E1: 12:09: Mark S: Eight.

S1E1: 12:10: Dylan G: Eight reasons. Chief among them the latent condescension.

S1E1: 12:13: Mark S: And it's confusing. Like, did the kids make you dinner in this scenario? Or...

S1E1: 12:17: Dylan G: Yeah. What kind of a shit dad are you?

S1E1: 12:20: AD: Irving sits.

S1E1: 12:21: Irving B: No Petey?

S1E1: 12:22: Mark S: Uh, we think he's sick.

S1E1: 12:23: Irving B: Oh, no. And Dylan's about to wrap Tumwater today.

S1E1: 12:26: Dylan G: Yeah, and if he doesn't see me finish, I might get passed over for refiner of the quarter and miss out on my g*dd*mn waffle party.

S1E1: 12:31: Irving B: Grumble, grumble. These perks are so out of hand. When we'd process a file in the old days, they'd shake our hand and fill up the creamer.