Businessman:
These are really tasty cookies. And I'm trying to put my finger on that secret ingredient. Secret, secret, secret, secret. Why do I keep saying the word secret? Secret, secret, secret, secret.
Owen:
[screams] The secret ingredient is my spit!
[a business gets shocked and the kids get grossed out by Noah and Owen's cookies except Jude who eats it straight]
Businessman:
Oh! That's really gross! [leaves]
Noah:
No-no-no, no, no, no! Mr. Bankman, wait! [sighs, defeated]
Owen:
I'm sorry, Noah. That was our dream and I blew it.
Noah:
Aw, that's okay, buddy. I shouldn't have tried to make you keep a secret like that anyway.
Owen:
And I shouldn't sold other cookies to other people that I already licked. Oh well, no real harm dome.
Beth:
[angrily] Ahem! You two are gonna pay for making us eat spit!
Noah:
C-c-c can I just say one thing in our defense?
Leshawna:
What?
Noah:
RUN!
Beth:
Get 'em!
