Tim: All right, we flip them on our grill. Now, you don't wanna overcook 'em. You just want 'em flame-kissed. Ding! They're done. All right. [moos] Still moving, Al. Now we're ready to put on our seasoning.
Tim: Right. We got hot sauce, steak sauce, barbecue sauce. What's your pick?
Al: Not one of those. I'd like just a pinch of salt.
Tim: You got it, friend. [Al coughs] Well, I seem to have messed up your dinner. Let's get rid of those plates. Right down to the recycling center. Now, we've cleaned the dishes. What do we do about all the mess in the kitchen? The grease, the appliances, the floor, the walls? What do we do now?
Al: Well, Tim, the best thing about the Binford men's kitchen is it's entirely self-cleaning.
Tim: It is. That's right. We got the Binford kitchen-washing system here. You step out of the kitchen, shut your waterproof doors... [fanfare plays] Klaus, can we cut the...? What is this, a Renaissance fair? You add your detergent pellets early in the week, then you put it on heavy wash, spin dry, energy saver. Start your wash. In a half-hour, you got a clean kitchen. Floors, walls, the whole thing's...
[After Benny bangs on the wet, soapy window from inside the kitchen, Tim and Al block the audience's view of the window]