This is the second time JoJo tries to cook. The first time, the cookies he and his brothers try to make on a frying pan, turned out a complete disaster.
Russy: Come on Pal. Come on Pal.
(Pal hides under a chair.)
Rev Run: This is like your magic tricks. He disappeared.
Justine: JoJo, you think the food you are going to have it tonight?
JoJo: Can you all relax? This ain't fast food, this is real.
Justine: Is it really crispy, Joe?
Rev Run: No, the question is: Is it really low fat?
JoJo: Gotta have some guts to make chicken; it's like dissecting a frog. This isn't cool, this thing used to have a head!
Diggy: (with a funny-sounding voice) Pal, sit please.
Russy: What the heck you are doing?
Diggy: Well, he is a Maltese. He's like French, he probably doesn't understand what we're saying.
Russy: Sit Pal, sit. (speaks some fake French)
(Pal sits and growls softly.)
Diggy: He sat!
Angela: How is it, Dig?
Diggy: It tastes like medieval times.
JoJo: You see, I do it medieval-style.
Vanessa: What's all this brown stuff?
JoJo: If you eat around that burntness, you are going to get some goodness.
JoJo: I'm just trying to figure this thing out but honestly, I don't even think this thing is like, figureoutable.