Tim: Come on, Al. You don't need me here. You cook well enough by yourself. I'm just a burden. I mean, how many guys does it take to lift a radish?
Al: Now come on. We promised Irma. And besides, tomorrow, I'm going to be cooking with poultry, and I'm gonna need some help.
Tim: Why don't you get one of your blue-haired groupies to help you out?
Al: I get it. Uh-huh. I see what it is. You're just jealous because now I'm the star.
Tim: The star? You're guest hosting a cable cooking show.
Al: Yeah, well, I know why you're backing out. It's just because you're not the center of attention.
Tim: I just don't like being your dopey sidekick. You know how demeaning that is? [Al looks at Tim] Don't look at me like that. This is not like Tool Time.
Al: Oh, no, no. It's not like Tool Time, because you're the star, and I'm the dopey sidekick!
Tim: I've never used the word "sidekick."