Steven: Hey, look. It's a little turkey from the little turkey. [laughs]
Carlton: A turkey? Hardly. In point of fact, it's a Cornish game hen. A flightless bird hale from the Isle of Wight. Braised in cognac with a hint of fennel. A fitting end for a noble fowl.
Steven: You're kind of weird.
Carlton: So you want one or not?
Steven: No, I probably shouldn't have one, Mr. Wilmore said that-
Carlton: You know what? This one's on me.
Steven: Cool. So you gonna be here over Christmas?
Carlton: Yeah.