[Marcus, eating a sandwich, sits with Julie at a computer desk as they flip through the mugshots] [Half-tired]
No...no...no...
No, thanks. I don't eat flesh.
Say what?
That's flesh that you're shoveling into your mouth. You know, that was, like, a living, breathing creature. You know, it probably had a name.
It's just bologna. My bologna has a first name?
Actually, your bologna, has about thirty names because they take odd parts from all different ones, like the leftovers: The hooves and stomach lining...
[Marcus starts to feel grossed out as Julie explains]
...ears, stuff like that. They put it into this machine and grind it all up. Then out comes this sheet. That's what you're eating now.
[Loss of appetite]
You know what? I won't eat bologna no more. How about a pickle? Can I eat the pickle?
It has a lot of salt in it, but it's fine. It is a vegetable.
A lot of salt in the pickle? Let me rinse it off.
[Washes the pickle in the soda]
There we go. [Takes a bite out of the rinsed pickle] How's that?
I don't even taste the salt now.
