Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends2004

Frances "Frankie" Foster:
[to Bloo stacked on top of Mac and the pizza guy in a suit] All right. I got your game. Here, [pushes a plate of steak toward him] eat, Mr. Real Man.

Blooregard "Bloo" Q. Kazoo:
[uneasily] Uhh... don't mind if I do... [just stands there] Don't mind if I do eat some food... [still standing] Don't mind if I do [to Mac inside the suit] Pick up a fork and eat some of the food that is on the table in front of me! [Mac struggles to reach for a fork and picks up a spoon instead, trying to stab the steak]

Blooregard "Bloo" Q. Kazoo:
Oh, silly me. [to Mac] A spoon can't pick up a steak! [Mac throws the spoon and begins searching the table noisily for a fork]

Blooregard "Bloo" Q. Kazoo:
[guiding Mac; Frankie watches, exasperated] Left. Left. Your other left. Up. Right. Okay, down. Left. [Mac finds the fork] There we go!

Blooregard "Bloo" Q. Kazoo:
[Mac blindly stabs the steak with the fork] Now to lift it up into my mouth. [Mac holds up the steak, unable to reach Bloo's mouth]

Blooregard "Bloo" Q. Kazoo:
[bending down from the top, trying to reach the steak with his mouth] Ahh... [strains himself towards it] Ahhh... [strains himself even more] Ahhhh... [finally chomps on the steak and ends up with the whole thing is his mouth] Mmmm! Exquisite! Mmmmm...