[He puts a hand over his heart, as if this is the most offensive thing he's heard in YEARS.]

I don't think we can be friends anymore, Allen. [Except, he's struggling to keep that dead serious poker face, and his eventual smile betrays the mood he's going for.] It makes sense. The only kind of coffee I've liked is the kind my family makes, but...

[He shrugs] I can't say I miss it much.