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- Bad. - Bad. Gary, every time.. You see those wontons, Gary? - You see the size of them? - Mm-hmm. Those wontons are too big, my friend. Everybody loves those. People ask us for the recipe. We won't provide it. It's part of our training... how to deal with people who want the recipe too bad. - Oh? -We have a phrase we have to repeat. - What is that? - "We won't provide it." I can see the value of these now. I can have the kids from the neighborhood come over and bounce up and down on them at a fucking party. - Oh, sarcasm, I get it. - It's like a bouncy house. The poor man's wit. My question for you, Gary, is: How do you want me to eat these with my normal human mouth? Do you want me to unhinge my jaw like an anaconda? Should I put this in my belly and lay out in the sun - for two months, digesting it? - Dad, enough!! My God!! - Just pay the poor guy. - My God. Yeah, and maybe you should get some forks in the house so your dad doesn't have to unhinge his stupid jaw to.. We're done here, and for the record, your wontons are way too big. Nobody can fucking eat those. No, I can eat them; just give them to me. - Good night, Gary. - I'd be very happy to eat those. Your house has a bad vibe. No more rice, no more pasta. It's time to eat an honest meal. Biaggio? You and I will take to the trees. Patrick, you, uh.. Yeah, yeah, I know. I-I pick berries and apples and forage. And it makes a lot of sense, yeah.