There's chocolate and peppermint and also spinach, liver and tripe. George sweared he got a booger flavored one once.

I always get chocolate and he gets butter brickle.

Okay, cheese and caramel. Fine. And caramel. Fine.

Now the kettle's just come to the boil. Hmmm, chicken and mushroom flavor.

What do you mean? Smell familiar? Oh no.

What kind of smell? I don't know. Soap?

No. No, if we both like it, I'll spend the rest of my life opening the freezer and going, "Aw, no strawberry."

And also, while we're on the subject, you recently changed your shampoo. I'm not comfortable with the new scent. Please stop this madness and go back to green apple.

Can I have a cherry ice-cream?

Oh, man, that hippie patchouli smell is worse than the poop was.

You know, every now and then, she might like some barbecue potato chips.

I'm sorry if I smell like a campfire. I've been in the woods for three days.

If laughter's the best medicine, then you're grape-flavored Triaminic.

Does it have that new car smell? Yep! For as long as I can keep my mother out of it.

Oh, my God, this is the best sushi I've ever had. For the first time, I can taste the yellowtail from the sea and then the rice from the land, then back to the sea for the seaweed.

What are you doing here? Do I smell pork? And cheese?

Okay. Everybody take one, okay? Israeli champagne. And it's vanilla.

We can announce together. That takes the politics out of this.

Here they are. Thank you, Grandpa Pig. I can smell tomatoes.

I woke up with the taste of those cigars in my mouth, thinking of Cuba and Kennedy.