Oliver: Anyone home?
Chloe: What's up?
Oliver: Nothing, actually. I, uh, I thought I'd stop by and see if anyone's hungry.
John Jones: I could use some dinner. Chloe?
Chloe: Uh, sure. You're buying, Mr. Queen.
John Jones: Don't look at me, I'm living off a policeman's salary.
Oliver: Ah, fine. Dessert's on you.
John Jones: On Mars, we never had dessert, but I have grown especially fond of cookies.