Carlos: (telling Gabrielle he never liked her lasagna) Look, I'm sorry, baby, you just don't make it the way mama used to.
Gabrielle: That's because your backstabbing mother didn't have the decency to give me the recipe before she died.
Carlos: She was run over by a car!
Gabrielle: Well, isn't that convenient?
Carlos: Look, lasagna's a tough dish. But I love your guacamole.
Gabrielle: I buy that at the store.
Carlos: Like only you can.