Salted pork?

Oatmeal?

You know, you just sit and eat. Heh.

Osmosis

In the course of the summer I had discovered a raft of pitch pine logs with the bark on, pinned together by the Irish when the railroad was built.

Put it in.

Soak it through.

Pickled plums and radish

I am medicated.

You like?

He drugged us.

Some pickles, too.

My mama crazy.

Follow it.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

Chop the pickled cabbage finely.

Who's is going to drag it down there?

The salted pork is particularly good.

You marinate the meat in tequila for 2 and a half hours.

It seems we are a couple on medicine.

You drugged us?

Mrs. Hudson and I watch far too much telly.

Swamp thing

Now soak it through.

The entire city's flooded, sir.

And there were a lot of them.

But the Romans developed salting.

It should be put in the water.

I was up all night cramming for that physics test.

Oh, a sweet, sweet, sweet molasses meat.

Mobile connectivity in Africa is pervasive.

My mama's a drunk.

Ideas can be absorbed through osmosis.

Men of violence.

Many women had children strapped to their backs while they were panning for gold, wading in water poisoned by mercury.

Kiddo, give up on the analogies.

I could only paint with karate chops? (Laughter)

We can use it for drinking and agriculture.

No problem.

Feeling sentimental?

I'm just gonna squander it in selfpity.

Actually, I think that's water, eroding the earth.

Your daughter's on drugs.

He eats, breathes and sleeps computers.

I can't even become oatmeal.