Jerry: Donna, I got to go to the boys' room. Can I have a ride in your car?
Donna: Absolutely not.
Tom: This barbecue stinks. I'm saying it. It stinks.
Ann: Do you have any plates or anything? I mean, how are we supposed to eat these rumps?
Jerry: Ron, if no one takes me to the bathroom, I'm just going to have to go in the trees.
Ron Swanson: All right. Forget it. [slams barbecue shut] You have ruined a perfectly good barbecue with your demands and chatter. [closes car trunk] Enjoy the rest of your evening. [drives off with barbecue]