Mac: You sneezed?
Pete: No, I was singing.
Mac: Excellent! (When Mac was sick with the flu and Pete was looking after her.)

Mac: Come on, you're coming home for chicken soup.
Pete: ...I can look after myself you know.
Mac: I don't think so.
Pete: So do I get toast?
Mac: Yeah maybe.
Pete: Toast soldiers?
Mac: Don't push it.

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