Mercedes: I'm sorry Russ, of course I will.

Russ: Thanks- I'm hungry but I don't want to cook . Clay was always bragging about how great a cook you were. Will you do the honors?

Mercedes: I laughed, sure I will, which would you prefer, the McGuire Omelet, or the Breakfast plate?
Russ: give me the breakfast plate! I feel like I could eat a horse!

Mercedes: I made the whole thing, one for each of us. Eggs, breakfast sausage, pancakes, hash, bacon, and toast. Oh and a side of melon. I brought it to the table, and Russ looked as though he had never seen so much food in his life.