Glenn: Amy. Why don't you say what you don't like about me?
Amy: Um, no, there really isn't anything.
Glenn: Oh, come on. I'm not made of glass.
Amy: Uh, okay. [clears throat] I guess if I had to make a complaint, because you're forcing me to, I don't love the way you pronounce "measure."
Glenn: Mm-hmm. Okay. Good. It's just kind of hard to shake off here. Really took the wind out of me, but... Okay, we're back, okay. All right, moving on, um... No, I'm gonna need another minute.