Tim: Look at all the food Jill made me. Macaroni and cheese, pot roast. Oh, boy! Tuna casserole. So nice of her. [on the phone] Yes. I'd like to order a pizza. Let's get a large with onions and double sausage.
Tim: [inner monologue] That's a little fatty.
Tim: You have turkey sausage?
Tim: [inner monologue] What are you? A hairdresser?
Tim: How about just vegetables?
Tim: [inner monologue] You can't stand vegetables.
Tim: Put double cheese on it. Yeah. Tim Taylor. You got my address? Yes. I rewired the doorbell. Thank you. [hangs up]
Tim: [inner monologue] What a wuss! It was only a second-degree burn.