They look so real.
They’re not real, baby.
They look real.
They’re fake, baby.
I don’t believe you.
You don’t have to, but I think they’re fake.
Look how big they are.
I know, baby, they’re huge.
I didn’t know they could get that big.
They sure do.
Don’t you wish mine were that big?
I love yours the way they are, baby. Don’t even worry about it.
Well, now I’m worried.
I said, don’t worry about it.
You seem so excited to see them that big, and your telling me not to worry always makes me worry more.
I love yours more than anybody’s.
I can make mine larger.
Don’t, baby. I love them the way they are: natural.
But don’t you want to win?
I don’t even care about winning, baby.
Well, I do.
I know you do, but I don’t. All I care about is you, our home, our garden and keeping everything natural, the way God intended.
This place is crazy. I miss the farm already.
Let’s go now so we can beat traffic.
Jeremy Scheuer 