"This silverware drawer needs a little bit of shaking up! And I'm just the three piece cutlery set to do it! Look out, Lamesville. Here comes a little color."

"Kathy, look over there?"

"Oooo, girl! That 3-Piece Cutlery Set has its eye on you!"

Whatever. I'm a spatula that gets straight A's. I'm not going to fall for a little bit of flash. And anyway, I'm late for my horseback riding lesson at the Country Club.

"Oooo, girl! He's got a motorcycle!"

"And he's driving this way!"

Ay, yo. Girlie. Step up and see what's goin' on over here. I got me mad color, girl! Mad color!

Are you talking to me, stranger?

Naw, I'm talkin' to some other sweet piece of cutlery. Why don't you come back and we can hit up the dishwasher. Or maybe we can just get a little washin' by hand, you know?

You really should pronounce your g's. It makes you seem unsophisticated.

Ha ha. Girlie, you so sophisticated? Then how come you ain't got fly colors like me?

Fly? Did you really say fly? What year do you think this is?

Ay, yo. It's the Nineties, baby girl. Hot like summer and chill like ice. Sharp like a 4.5" Serrated Blade and smooth like the chop of a 4" Paring Knife.

Okay, for real, you've GOT to stop talking like that.

Got you in a conversation, di'n't it? Ha ha ha! I'm versatile like a 6" Flexi Knife Spatula!

Ugh. Your colors seem very bright, but you sure don't.

Girl, your legs say "I'm leaving" but your heart says "I wish I wasn't!"

I'm describing you to the police, jerk!

Yeah! Tellin' your friends about me, huh? Must be all these bright colors!

Security!

Um, yeah, I'll see you later then, baby. Much later. Like, possibly never. C ya!

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