Red: Well, thanks, Donna. Now you've made it worse. I have to go and fix this now. Because if I have to stay here another day with your dad, I'm gonna end up killing myself. No offense.
Bob: How was that no offense? You should have just said, "Offense."
Red: Fine. Offense.
Bob: Okay, go. But you're gonna miss out what I'm making for dinner. Five different meats.