“Where the hell would I find cheese, Sasha?” Does she put cheese on her muffins?
“The exact same place where I found my ham— The kitchen.”

”Bro, I ain’t a star food-thief like you! Get the cheese yourself!“
“–I dunno what the hell you’re talkin’ bout, Sasha.” Butts.
“Pardon me, Connie— but I'm really starting to worry about you. You’ve been out of control all day.”