Angela: All right, Brad, I don't know what what kind of mustard do you want? Mild goes best with dill pickles. But if you want sweet pickles, then I'll give you the Dijon. I also need to know what kind of cheese you want.
Brad: You shouldn't be making me a sandwich.
Angela: I don't mind.
Brad: I do.
Angela: Don't you like my sandwiches?
Brad: I like you. I don't think a girl should do stuff for a guy when he can do it on his own.
Jill: [loudly] Yes! [covers her mouth]
Angela: When did you start feeling this way?
Brad: Oh, I don't know. About three minutes ago when I was in the garage.

Tim: Wow! Making your own sandwich. Save some of that lunch meat, there's other carnivores around here.