Rosencranz?

He: "I had a weird dream about you last night, but never mind."
I: "No, no; sit down! ... Well? What?"
He: "Nothing."
I: "What?"
He: "Nothing."
I: "What!?"
He: "What? Nothing."
I: "You can't take both lines!"

Margarine, not butter

"According to your sister, this is molten death."
"Molten death?"
"I was paraphrasing."

This is what happens when all three sisters get together and have French toast.