Van Pelt: It's fusion. Rigsby: Confusion. Up to me, make it a cheeseburger every time. Van Pelt: Oh, me, too. With onion rings. Let's do it. Rigsby: Not yet. Van Pelt: Why not? Rigsby: This is actually quite good. Van Pelt: You're meant to shout at me and leave. Rigsby: Now you've gone too far! I hate you!