Reese: [to Jamie] See? The real balsamic has a smoother mouth feel. Good, you're back. I'm going to start prepping the herbs de Provence and sautéing the mushrooms. I need you to scrub these pots and pans again.
Hal: What? No, I just finished those.
Reese: Dad, look at this. The stubborn patina of tuna casserole, or enchilada loaf, or whatever in God's name this greasy spoon churns out night after soul-killing night. But not tonight. Tonight we go for greatness. Are you with me, Dad?
Hal: No! This pot is clean enough, Reese. No one will taste this.
Reese: All right, then. I guess no one will ever taste this! [sticks spoon in Hal's mouth]
Hal: Oh, my God.