Mark: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.

Collins: I did. I broke it…

Mark: No. No, you didn't. Benny?

Benny: Don’t look at me. Look at Maureen.

Maureen: What?! I didn’t break it!

Benny: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Maureen: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

Benny: Suspicious.

Maureen: No, it’s not!

Roger: If it matters, probably not…  Mimi was the last one to use it.

Mimi: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Roger: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Mimi: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Roger!

Collins: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Mark.

Mark: No. Who broke it?

Maureen: [Whispering] Mark, Angel’s been awfully quiet…

Angel: Oh, really?!

Maureen: Yeah, really!

(Everyone is at each other’s throats.)

Mark: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

(Everyone keeps arguing.)

Mark: (Thumbs up) Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.