"It's all lumpy. Hmm. Lumpy. Let's make it smooth. Lumpy lumpy lumpy lumpy lumpy lumpy lump— Bugger! Bollocks and dammit! We're gonna have it lumpy. I can't be arsed."
or click here"You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna make turd biscuits. It's like a shit sandwich, but for kids."
Hey Americans, "can't be arsed" = "can't be bothered"
or click here"Although I like cherry and lemon and meringue and key-lime— mmmm, yes— and pecan, generally I'm not a big pie person."
or click here"Why can't I have birthday pie instead of birthday cake? I want birthday pie. Much nicer. A big fuck-off pie."
And a couple of minutes later,
|KAREN:||You said, "You know what I'm gonna do?" (laugh) Okay: "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to make a turd biscuit. It's like a shit sandwich, but for kids."|
|ADAM:||Is that— a shit sandwich being a bad thing sandwiched between two nice things?|
|KAREN:||Like how you're supposed to tell people who work for you that they have to improve something?|
|ADAM:||Yeah. When you tell your kid they have to do better.|
|KAREN:||Except that, if you think about it, cookies— biscuits— it's all mixed together as one thing.|
|ADAM:||(confused muttering that I can't possibly transcribe, then...) Oh yeah.|
|KAREN:||So I wonder how that changes how you tell your children.|
|ADAM:||Oh, they can't digest it, it all gets mixed up with them anyway. Unless you make it into a turd biscuit sandwich.|
|KAREN:||Like a turd oreo.|
|ADAM:||Yeah. New flavor!|