Jay: You each have a sausage on your plate I selected based on your individual personality and temperament.
Cameron: Is this blood sausage? Because mine's pink.
Mitchell: Oh, my mine's pink, t-- Oh. Very funny, Dad.
Jay: Now take a bite of bread, a sip of water to cleanse the palate.
Gloria: Mine smells spicy.
Jay: Show of hands. Who heard me say "Smell your sausage"?
Phil: The box said these pigs were massaged daily, then killed from behind to keep the panic hormone from tainting the meat.
Claire: [smiling] They were murdered from behind?
Jay: The three things I want you to pay attention to are bouquet, texture, and finish. You may begin.
Luke: Can I have some ketchup?
Jay: We're done here.