A proper-looking Englishman in a bowler hat is tasting spaghetti sauce in a mostly white kitchen. He's fussing over it, trying to decide if it needs anything. He taps the lid of the Prego var, trying to think of something. He taps his lips. He puts his fist to his mouth. He flip-flops, yes no, making various gestures. He seems to get an idea, raises his finger, then shakes his head no. A shot of the pot of spaghetti sauce as a ladle is moved through it. Then, a quick shot of a jar of Prego surrounded by tomatoes, garlic, basil and onion. A "IT'S IN THERE" comes stamping down on the image. Finally, one last shot of the Englishman named Basil tasting the sauce on each of his fingers.

Transcript

Hm, maybe I could add a little bit of... no. *taps jar lid* Hm, no. Even a man named Basil can't think of a single spice to add to the perfectly seasoned sweet and savory taste of Prego sauce. It's in there.