Steamed Hams but it's The Casagrandes

Carl: Well, Bobby, I made it- despite your directions.

Bobby: Ah. Superintendent Carl. Welcome. I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon.

Carl: Yeah.

Bobby: Oh, no! My roast is ruined. But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Delightfully devilish, Bobby.

Singers: Ah- Bobby with his crazy explanations. The superintendent's gonna need his medication when he hears Bobby's lame exaggerations, there'll be trouble in town tonight!

Carl: BOBBY!

Bobby: Superintendent, I was just- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise. Care to join me?

Carl: Why is there smoke coming out of the oven, Bobby?

Bobby: Uh- Oh. That isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having. Mmm. Steamed clams. Whew. Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers.

Carl: I thought we were having steamed clams.

Bobby: D'oh, no. I said steamed hams. That's what I call hamburgers.

Carl: You call hamburgers steamed hams?

Bobby: Yes. It's a regional dialect.

Carl: Uh-huh. Uh, what region?

Bobby: Uh, Great Lakes City?

Carl: Really. Well, I'm from Great Lakes City, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase "steamed hams."

Bobby: Oh, not in Great Lakes City, no. It's a Royal Woods expression.

Carl: I see. You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at the mercado.

Bobby: Oh, no. Patented Santiago burgers. Old family recipe.

Carl: For steamed hams.

Bobby: Yes.

Carl: Yes. And you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled.

Bobby: Ye- You know, the- One thing I should- - Excuse me for one second.

Carl: Of course.

Bobby: Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped.

Carl: Yes. I should be- Holy cow! What is happening in there?

Bobby: Aurora borealis.

Carl: Uh- Aurora borealis at this time of year at this time of day in this part of the country localized entirely within your kitchen?

Bobby: Yes.

Carl: May I see it?

Bobby: No.

Ronnie Anne: Carl! Bobby! The apartment is on fire!

Bobby: No, Ronnie Anne. It's just the northern lights.

Carl: Well, Bobby, you are an odd fellow but I must say you steam a good ham.

Ronnie Anne: Help! Help!