Mystery Science Theater 30001988

Tom Servo:
[eating] Mmm, you know that pie was delicious. Did you bake it yourself?

Joel Robinson:
Oh no, it's just a recipe my grandmother stole from the bakery.

Joel Robinson:
[Crow slurps down coffee] Hey, you want some more?

Crow T. Robot:
Only half a gallon.

Joel Robinson:
What are you so smug about? You look like a man who's just inherited Texas.

Tom Servo:
Well, it may not be too far off. You know, this coffee tastes like it came out of an oil derrick. What did you strain it through, a mummy?

Crow T. Robot:
Yeah. The coffee tastes like mud. Roger Mudd.

Tom Servo:
Oh, the coffee wasn't half as bad as the dinner.

Joel Robinson:
Well, I always burn it when you come home drunk.

Crow T. Robot:
So you burn it every night?

Joel Robinson:
Don't bring that up again.

Crow T. Robot:
I have to bring it up: if I hold it in, I'll die.

Tom Servo:
Dye. That's what this coffee tastes like. Dye!

Joel Robinson:
Did you two get enough? You hardly touched your steak.

Crow T. Robot:
I didn't want to touch it, it scared me.