Susan: Oh, I wouldn't eat that if I were you.
Susan: I made it, trust me. (Mike prepares to take a bite) Hey, hey, do you have a death wish?
Mike: No, I just refuse to believe that anybody can screw up macaroni and cheese. (Mike takes a bites of the macaroni, as Susan gestures apologetically, smiling)
Mike: Oh my God. (makes a face) How did you… it tastes like it's burnt and undercooked.
Susan: Yeah, I get that a lot. Here you go. (Susan gets a tissue and gives it to him, as he spits his mouthful of macaroni and cheese into the tissue)