Albedo, Cook and others in “Good Copy, Bad Copy”

[Holds up some dollars] You disgust me. You, this miasma you call food. [Angrily slams the dollars on the counter] It's foul, smelly, oily digestive preparation. Everything human reeks!

[Hands Albedo a bag of chili fries] Yeah, probably the onion.

[Takes the bag and smells it] Ugh! All the same, I find myself craving the entire, putrid experience. It must be in the DNA. [Takes out and eats some chili fries, then leaves]

[Enters and goes to the counter, then takes out some dollars and puts them on the counter] Chili fries.

Careful, kid, those double portions catch up on you. [Pats his belly]

[Confused] Excuse me?

Friendly advice: Take it or don't. [Hands Ben his own bag of chili fries. Ben takes it in annoyance]