Liz: Everything is going to be fine between you and Maria. Trust me.
Michael: She cooked him Italian food last night.
Michael: I knew it. It's a problem.
Liz: No, it's not a problem. It's just, um, it's food.
Michael: No, Liz. It's Italian food.
Liz: Michael, please don't do anything stupid. Or alien! Or both! Please!