[ Foreign dog chips? Jake looks down at the paper thin chips, frowning. Really not sure that's what dog chips were, but okay. Whatever you say, lady. ]

Okay, first of all, there ain't nothing weird about the way I make my chips. I got a spice blend and everything. Second of all...

[ Wait, he lost his train of thought. ]

Y'know what, kid, just let me work. If you aren't completely sold on my dog chips, I'll eat your hat.