Paul was in the process of shaking up the bottle of salad dressing when Moana dropped her atomic bomb and he sort of...accidentally let the bottle fly out of his hands, where it opened and sloshed all over his shirt.
"Uh, shit...!" he stammered, setting the bottle upright and then grabbing for a towel. "Well, I mean, that's...that's a good business." What else was there to say about it? "It's working out for you?"