Frasier: What?
Martin: I said "I'm coming." And it's not my fault I'm late, it's Daphne's. I don't know where she is. I had to make my own lunch.
Frasier: Oh, dear lord, give it here. Two bags of chips, three puddin' cups, and a root beer.
Martin: What's wrong with it?
Frasier: A, this is not a lunch, and B, I fail to see how it took you so long since you did not make anything but simply transferred smaller containers into larger one. Let's go!