One by one, our old friends are gone...only Little Debbie is left, because she always made money for her partners.
We used to run coffee over the border... in styrofoam cups owned by your father.
I hoped that we would come here and reason together. And as a reasonable man I'm willing to do whatever's necessary to -- keep on making Twinkies.
Then we are agreed. The traffic in snack cakes will be permitted, but controlled -- and Dolly Madison will give up protection in the East -- and there will be the piece of cake.
