"Go EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnn! GO EEENNNN!"
"Hey! Wanda, what on earth are you doing?!"
"I am tryink...to put some food eento my minifridge. Ees not vorkink."
"A rabbit? A chicken?! A cow!?"
"Yah. Food."
"Deep breaths, Bruce. Get it under control. Deeeep breaths. That's right. Ok. Wanda. Cows, rabbits, and chickens do not go in minifridges."
"But mini fridges 'old food, no? And rabbits, chickens, and cows are food. It ees vat ve ate ven ve lived vith ze gypsies. Although, I am beginnink to vonder vat ze designers of zees fridge vere thinkink."
"Ok. First things first. How in the world did you get a cow, a rabbit, and a chicken past
J. A. R.V. I. S?"
"Brother Pietro got zem for me. He es so nice like zat."
"Hm. Wanda, has anyone ever actually shown you how food is made?"
"Yes. There ees a mommy cow and a daddy cow and then th– ."
"Okokokhehe no. That's not what I meant. He. Hehem."
"Then vat did you actually mean?"
"Here we go. Well, when one wants cow meat in their minifridge, they take the cow to the butcher. Then, the butcher ki– Oh never mind. Wanda, if you want cow meat, go buy some beef at Walmart. And get those animals out of here. The chicken is pooping on the rug."
"Hokay, Mr. Bruce."