Jim: Oh. Pretzel barrel's empty. Toss me a new one, will you?
Mike: Oh, we're not getting them anymore.
Jim: What? But I came up from the hole for a nice, crunchy pretzel.
Mike: Sorry. We're making cutbacks. Pretzels had to go. [Jim holds the barrel up above his head] Uh, hey, Winnie the Pooh, there's nothing left in there. So you see the Pacers game last night?
Jim: Whatever, Mike.