Scotty: “My life is measurably better with this banana.”
Rosemary: “Shut up.”
Tom: “Yeah, that was a pretty good banana.”
Rosemary: “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
It must be painful to be a Jeremiah when, after you deliver your finest rant, the people you’re ranting at say, “I’m, sorry. Were you saying something? I couldn’t hear you over the banana-chewing noises in my head.”
Scotty: “My life is measurably better with this banana.”
Rosemary: “Shut up.”
Tom: “Yeah, that was a pretty good banana.”
Rosemary: “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
It must be painful to be a Jeremiah when, after you deliver your finest rant, the people you’re ranting at say, “I’m, sorry. Were you saying something? I couldn’t hear you over the banana-chewing noises in my head.”
Maybe that’s what Scotty found so satisfying about that particular banana; it was just so crunchy.