[Bob picks up a big stack of TV meals from the frozen foods aisle]
Bob: My wife left me. I don't cook. I don't shop. I'm hungry. This place scares me, and I like Salisbury steak.
Joanne: So you don't cook or shop, and your idea of a nice meal is gristly hamburger smothered in goo? What woman could let all that go?
Bob: Hey, I've got an upside. Th-There are things.
Joanne: I know. You're a good guy- a good, old-fashioned, out-of-touch, Stone Age guy. But, you know, there's nothing wrong with you that changing yourself completely couldn't fix.
Bob: Thank you.
Joanne: [laughs] Here. In the meantime, have a pretzel. I can tell you haven't eaten anything.
Bob: I am pretty hungry.
Joanne: Oh, never shop when you're hungry, 'cause you'll end up at home with 15 Salisbury steaks. Give me those.
Bob: See, the problem is I have a daughter at home. I think I'm gonna have to start feeding her. I don't think I can do this.
Joanne: Of course you can't. Lucky for you, I'm here. Now, we just gotta find everything you need to make a meat loaf.
Bob: Wow. You're gonna make me a meat loaf?
Joanne: No. You're gonna make me a meat loaf.
Bob: Okay, but sometimes I burn myself on the oven. I'm, uh- I'm Bob.
Joanne: Joanne. Now haul ass, Bob.