Tom: You told Lucy I want to marry her?
Ron Swanson: Damn it, son, the small hamburgers.
Tom: Ron! You have to walk back what you said.
Ron Swanson: Walk back sounds like lying.
Tom: Can you drop your strict life codes for a second and help me out? Even though I've known Lucy for years, and can see myself spending a life together with her, having children, walking the grounds of Tommy's Bahama - a private island I'll eventually buy - that's way in the future, man.
Ron Swanson: Don't call me "man."
Tom: That's what you took away from this? [grunts] Don't serve this man. No more food until he fixes his giant disaster he's created.