Mr. T: [preparing to Cook Food with Fire] Would you like pepper or garlic on your steak?
Jac: Pepper. No, wait. Garlic. No, pepper.
Mr. T: That was pepper?
Jac: Yes. No. YES. I am really bad at decisions at the moment. Pepper. YES.
Mr. T: Two pepper steaks.
[Grinds industriously onto steaks from small grinder]
Jac: Um? That pepper? Looks like the chilli grinder.
Mr. T: [looks closely at grinder] Woo! That’s gonna be some SPICY STEAK!
Jac: Oh goody.
Mr. T: Chilli! Food of gods! Friend of steak! I salute you!
Jac: Yeah, you’re just trying to cover up your mistake. I’m onto you, chef boy.
Mr. T: Listen, do you want spit on your steak or just chilli?
Jac: Just chilli. Sir.