Chili: Delicious smell, isn't it?

Finn: Hey, Fred! I found more pilots!

Fred: Ten million welcomes and top of the afternoon to you all!

Fred: Just be taking A tray and pick your fish.

We'll cook it up for you quick as a tiddly wink.

Oink: Er, thank you, Major.

Fred: And how did you be knowing I retired a Major?

Oink: Ah ...

Fred: No matter, your fish is waiting!

Finn: I'll be here at the table.

You can leave your bags here.

Finn: Eh, what's this?