THK: “…And this is called a ‘bagel,’ you say?”
catering lady: “Yes, a bagel. A poppy seed bagel, specifically.”
THK: “And what are these black things all over the ‘bagel’…?”
catering lady: “Those are poppy seeds. They’re quite delicious.”
THK: “I see… Well, have them removed, and then I’ll have one ‘bagel’ without the little black things.”
catering lady: “We do have plain bagels, Mrs. Kerry. Pre-made, without the poppy seeds –”
THK: “– No, I wish this ‘bagel,’ with the swarm of blacks removed and discarded. Do you understand me? Or should I begin looking for another food service worker who won’t question my judgment?”
catering lady: “That won’t be necessary, ma’am. One poppy seed bagel, hold the poppy seeds –”
THK: “Lighty toasted.”
catering lady: “Lightly toasted, very good. And would you like cream cheese…?”
THK: “’Cream cheese,’ is it…? Explain…”
So you admit this is a schmear job.
Lightly toasted.
Just imagine what would happen if she were presented with czarnina.
your ability to channel the soulless is terrifying. and really funny. but then, reading protein wisdom is whistling past the graveyard, isn’t it?
It’s frightening…I can actually hear her voice right now…
“Where would you like me to hold the poppy seeds?”
“I want you to hold them between your knees…”
It should be “I want you to hold them between your knees, you worthless peasant mongrel!!!”
I suspect Chrees is channeling Jack Nicholson from Five Easy Pieces.
“Beulah, peel me a grape.”
I’m No Angel, 1933