I ate some peanuts.

In fact, it's peanuts.

You smell like peanuts.

Those are Styrofoam packing peanuts.

No, but we have peanuts

Peanuts are fine also who?

We planted peanuts instead of cotton.

I love peanuts. Oh, thank you.

May... may I eat these peanuts?

Nishimura, knows how to use peanuts

It was peanuts to them. Nothing.

And eventually, they eat up all the peanuts.

What the matter? They don't salt their peanuts?

If I could read, would I sell peanuts?

They have it for people with allergies to peanuts.

Uh, who told you you could eat those peanuts?

Notice it looks like something out of a Peanuts cartoon.

Let's begin. In the comic strip peanuts, what breed is snoopy?

Well, pilgrim only after you eat the peanuts out of my shit.

The boy gathered a handful of peanuts and put them in a small box.

He just lay in the hospital bed, and, kind of, stared at the polystyrene ceiling tiles for a really long time.

Well, I've been here long enough to know that you, um, don't call goobers peanuts.

Imagine that when we got on this boat, we were all given two Styrofoam peanuts.

And crows eventually come by, and eat the peanuts and get used to the machine being there.

So, what's significant about this to me isn't that we can train crows to pick up peanuts.

From now on, you can stop shelling peanuts and start shelling the wrappers off these chocolate bars instead.

I think I would've remembered. They're blowing these farmers out of their land, then picking it up for peanuts.

Now suppose, instead of Styrofoam peanuts, we take these lovely little chocolates that we get and we had those instead.

And then they see that there are peanuts here on the feeder tray, and they hop up and help themselves.

It could be a bag of peanuts just so long as it caused you pain and suffering. Oh, no, no, no.

There's no mechanism in this game for them to go anywhere but into a bigger and bigger pile of indigestible Styrofoam peanuts.

First of all, we associate the click sound with a food reward, which is smashed banana and peanuts together in a syringe.

And then they leave, and the machine spits up more coins and peanuts, and life is really dandy, if you're a crow.

That crow enjoys a temporary monopoly on peanuts, until his friends figure out how to do it, and then there we go.

One researcher says that they probably sound a lot like the the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher in the old Peanuts cartoon.

So you have a clock, you have protein, and now a silk cup like this can be thrown away without guilt (Applause) unlike the polystyrene cups that unfortunately fill our landfills everyday.

What'll happen is that the Styrofoam peanuts will start moving through our society here, and they will accumulate in the drunkest, stingiest people.

Suppose the rules are every time you offer somebody a drink, you give them the drink, and you give them your Styrofoam peanuts too.

And even if he does, do you think his master plan's going to extend to anything more than sitting and eating peanuts in the dark?

Now, they're used to the sound of the machine, and they keep coming back, and digging out these peanuts from amongst the pile of coins that's there.

That's not that different than the price of my plane ticket, which may explain why airline companies teeter on bankruptcy and why they charge us for peanuts.

But in conjuring his life, it was okay and very straightforward to portray a Caribbean life in England in the 1970s with bowls of plastic fruit, polystyrene ceiling tiles, settees permanently sheathed in their transparent covers that they were delivered in.

Basically, what happens is that we put this out in a field, or someplace where there's lots of crows, and we put coins and peanuts all around the base of the machine.

I love the way that they'll stare slack jawed at their first baseball game with wide eyes and a mitt on their hand, soaking in the crack of the bat and the crunch of the peanuts and the smell of the hotdogs.