[Geniuses are not born, they are made.]

-The masa. -The masa. And how many tamales a birdie with a yellow bill Hoped upon the window sill? You can count them. Oh, I got a job now. Let's rock and roll. -Him, I got this ticket. -Ack. Well, you can't. You'll stay here too long. Okay? Humble. Don't put your car in my way, right? I don't think you've seen a birdie this long before. (Shows off signs that say Go for or Eat.

[Shut your eyes and you'll burst into flames.]

[Is consciousness merely a special form of hallucination?]

[No sin, no crime, then extinction not earned.]

[Geniuses are not born, they are made.]

[Basmati rice with some salad greens on here.]

[Hi, welcome to the next edition of, "I can't believe I'm going to eat that."]

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[Selling a Flying Jacob, please.]

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[Why did so many. Get a rise out of me? I love the movies.]

[How long ago did your parents start this? 1973. How many tortillas do you make in a day?]

[And how many tamales will one filling of the hopper do? You can count them. Oh, I got a job now.]

[My wife can't even wait until she gets home. She has to eat them in the car. Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions. The masa will have baking powder, salt, lard, the masa, and then we're going to add the water.]

[So you can trust that if you come down, it might be something you haven't had before, it might be a little bit different, but it's at least going to be done right. You’re very funny, Dilly said, grinning.]