Quinn Reilly “Rats, roaches, ants. Initialed on top.”

Quinn Reilly [The release of ants into the behind-the-bar ecosystem proves to be an easy task to accomplish, and slow-moving enough to avoid instant notice by the overwhelmed bartenders. The roaches, however, are more difficult, but Lena manages to dispel the yellowed takeaway container’s -

Quinn Reilly [skittering inhabitants throughout the maze of tables and chairs in her rounds.]

Lena Branson *In the meantime, Quinn's rats find a new home in every nook and cranny in the kitchen. He mouths a silent "I'm sorry" to no one in particular.*

Julia Bloom Excuse me, I'm not the greatest businessman, but if you're putting in 200%, she puts in 10%, and she gets 50% of your earnings, you're losing money.

When was the last you spent time with the man you supposedly love?

Quinn Reilly *I* think I'm on the same plane of existence. You're seriously suggesting that *you* would get involved in *this?* Would get your *parents* involved in this?* When you've *never* seriously considered even the smallest possible piece of it before? Absolutely the fuck not. Never.

Julia Bloom No. I'm also not stupid. She's dealing drugs, she threatened Derek, and the cook, and God knows who else. So you're being her sacrificial lamb, and giving her another point-of-sale.