Topher Brink: I'm working! What are you doing? Besides being... Adelle DeWitt: Being what? Topher Brink: Wait a minute... Adelle DeWitt: Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British? Topher Brink: It's an animal. Adelle DeWitt: Where? Topher Brink: No, the word! Adelle DeWitt: Still you have to admit, I am... very British. I don't say hard R's. Topher Brink: You know what I like? Brown sauce. What's it made of? Science doesn't know! Adelle DeWitt: It's made of brown. Topher Brink: Brown. Mined from the earth by the hardscrabble brown miners of North Brownderton. Adelle DeWitt: Oh, my God. I find lentils completely incomprehensible. What the sun-dappled hell is Echo doing at Fremont? Topher Brink: That's got nothing to do with the drug, which means our problems are huge and indomitable. Adelle DeWitt: Ooh. I could eat that word. Or a crisp. Do you have any crisps? Topher Brink: You haven't seen my drawer of inappropriate starches? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Adelle DeWitt: Oh my god, I'm having such a terrible day.

— Joss Whedon

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