“How do you want your eggs, babe?”
“mmmm”
“Fried, boiled, poached?”
“mmmm”
“Omelet?”
“mmmm”
“Aw come on. Scrambled? Just nod your head babe.”
“mmmm”
“if I take off the duct tape will you decide?”
“mmmmMMMMM – OW!”
“Aw, the things I do for love.”
Hal Vorsen.
