Griffin: Dinner tonight's going to be a national disaster! My mother was right.
Griffin: She wanted me to be a dustman. Here, look, you want to do something useful?
Victoria: Oh, yes please.
Griffin: Well sit down and write out the menus. First course interrupted by bomb explosion. Second course affected by earthquakes. Third course ruined by interference in the kitchen. I'm going out for a walk. It'll probably rain.