Marie: Luke what do you want for dinner?
Luke: Anything, whatever.
Marie: Okay, that works.
Marie: *cooks two pieces of paper with anything and whatever on it in oil and then peppers it*
Marie, bringing the plate over: Bon appétit my Italian.
Luke, grabbing the plate: Oh my god, Marie it smells so go-
Luke: *looks at the plate then Marie*
Luke in Italian: Are you shitting me?
