"I still can't believe you guys don't even have bacon," Grif says, despite the clearly appalled expression of the aliens he's talking to.

"What is all this? Tofu?" he continues, gesturing to the table with open contempt. "I don't think a single animal died to make all this. It's a tragedy."

"Well I never," murmurs a well-coifed lady behind her hand, quiet enough to be under the pretense of secrecy but clearly meant for him to hear.

"You never what? Never ate anything good?"

He doesn't seem to realize that he's getting attention, but then again maybe he's just enjoying it.