Adele: Still you have to admit, I am very British. I don't say hard R's.
Topher: You know what I like? Brown sauce. What's it made of? Science doesn't know!
Adele: It's made of brown.
Topher: Brown. Mined from the earth by the hard scrabble Brown miners of North Brownderton.
Adele: Oh my God. I find lentils completely incomprehensible.
Topher: Which means our problems are huge and indomitable.
Adele: Ooh, I could eat that word. Or a crisp. Do you have any crisps?
Topher: You haven't seen my drawer of inappropriate starches?