Tim: Carrie, what'd you bring?
Carrie: Nothing.
Tim: You come to your sister's birthday party and you don't bring anything?
Carrie: Tim, I came straight from the airport. All I have are my peanuts from the plane.
Tim: I'll take 'em.
Al: Ooh, honey-roasted.
Tim: Back off, Al. Marty, put these in the salad. It'll be like a peanut pasta thing or something.