Jacob: Do you like pie?
Gregory: Fruit should not be hot.
Barbara: Okay. What about a rack of ribs? Dry rub, no sauce!
Gregory: That is not for me, but I do like bacon.
Mr. Johnson: He's lying. He doesn't like bacon.
Melissa: So, how could you not like pizza, Gregory? How could you not like... It's pizza!
Gregory: See? This is why I don't ever tell anybody, okay? 'Cause everyone always freaks out and acts like it's a personal attack. It's not my fault! I was born this way.
Jacob: Don't you bring Lady Gaga into this.
[Gregory grumbles and walks out]
Mr. Johnson: He doesn't like bacon.
Barbara: Mm-mm-mm.