Luke: Hey, Kirk, you want another piece of pie?
Kirk: No, I'm fine. And this is the commencement of your classic mid-morning lull. People off to work, kids off to school. You may not have another soul in here for half an hour. It gets peaceful, quiet... kind of like a sweet death.
Liz: He's trippy.
Luke: Kirk, are you sure you don't want anything else?
Kirk: A spider monkey, but there is probably nothing you can do about it.