fuckyeahwestwing:

CJ: So, the 4-H convention. 
Toby: We’re not going. 
CJ: I don’t get it. How can you not want to see the butter cow? 
Toby: I’m that way. 
CJ: You understand it’s a life-size cow made entirely of butter. 
Toby: We’re not going. 
CJ: There’s also a butter Elvis and a butter Last Supper which has, I swear to God, Toby… 
Toby: Butter on the table? 
CJ: It’s got butter on the table right there between butter James and butter Peter, an almost mind-blowing vortex of art and material that dares the viewer to recall Marcel Duchamp. 
Toby: How do they keep it from melting? 
CJ: How, indeed.