He stares at her for a little bit because, wow, didn't think it was that funny--until he realizes what she's thinking. Man, he wasn't even going there, and that's almost a shame. That's a Donut-ism right there.

"Look, if they got out some swordfish? And then like, stuck pufferfish on them? I would sell tickets. I kind of hope those fish don't go to waste and they're, like, gonna get thrown on a grill right away or something. Just to get all the heavy perfume and noble smell off, geez."