Tim: We've sunk to a new low. Pizza?
Jill: Yeah, if you take off those mushrooms first.
Tim: Those aren't mushrooms, honey.
Jill: I'll pass.
Tim: Would you nuke that for me?
Jill: Nuke it yourself. [Tim makes chimp noises] Don't give me that. You cook for us all the time.
Tim: Me barbecue. Cook outside with flame. Microwave inside, cook with magic. Flame good, magic bad.
Jill: Microwave good, man stupid. [Tim makes chimp calls] Easy, monkey boy. Fire's our friend. Tim, come on. You're gonna drip cheese all over my stove.
Tim: Not to mention burn the hair right off my knuckles.