[Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker.]
Artie: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Leena: ...I did. I broke it.
Artie: No. No you didn't. Pete?
Pete: Don't look at me. Look at Claudia.
Claudia: What?! I didn't break it.
Pete: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Claudia: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Myka: If it matters, probably not, but Pete was the last one to use it.
Pete: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Myka: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Pete: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Myka!
Leena: Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Artie.
Artie: No! Who broke it!?
Claudia: Artie...Steve's been awfully quiet.
[Everyone starts arguing]
Artie: [Being interviewed] I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.