Butter!

Butter.

And there's some grass out here, there's some grass over here, and there is some grass over here.

She bought two pounds of butter.

Butbutbutter?

It needs some butter. Butter!

Oh, thank you. Butter.

Pass me the peanut butter.

I don't get it. Fingers, butter...

And plant.

This is a golden coral, a bush.

And you hear a rustle in the grass.

So here he is walking through the grass.

None of this weedscratching.

Betty Botter bought a batch of bitter butter.

Steamed clams dripping with melted butter, lobsters...

If you open the drawer without the handle, you will see medication to calm you down.

The other reason is this amazing bush glows.

These are the ones that scream, Get to the point!

My mother ran a kelp business, didn't she?

Now you go right back to sleep and let my herbs... soothe away your aches and pains.

Peanut butter and jelly, please.

This application continues to dominate consumption of cocoa butter.

He asked for water. She gave him milk. She brought him butter in a lordly dish.

He asked water, and she gave him milk she brought forth butter in a lordly dish.

It makes spit froth in the little corners of your mouth is that enough?

But, but, but, but, but, but, but, but Butter!

Yeah, then some day you'll find somebody with butter.

would send me kelp... I was 21 and my mother was 44.

We are getting to the point , and they get to the point.

'It was the BEST butter,' the March Hare meekly replied.

Oh, my goodness. I can't understand it. It was the best butter.

like pesticides and herbicides, to kill weeds and bugs.

After evaluating possible sites, a location near Butter Point was chosen.

Necessity is the mother of invention, and having to figure out how to open a jar of peanut butter without your thumb (Laughter) forces us to be creative.

I guess it must have been the peanut butter that did it.

All rustles in the grass are dangerous predators and not just the wind.

I'm thinking of the best way to completely crush that little weed.

But then I realized, No, this is exactly what the grasses want us to do.

The terrified populations murmur that grass will not grow where Attila's horse has trod.

Old Toris made me a bowl of herbs. She's so kind.

I had a peanut butter sandwich and two whiskey sours.

Alright, Mr Marlowe, Bacon, beans, cabbage, sugar, salt, tea, oleomargarine.

Everybody thought he was dotty the way he gorged himself on peanut butter.

Next time, don't eat the seaweed soup by yourself, call me over.