Gopher Grease steps outside with Trinity. GG gives him a plate of Fried steak n Beans. You need some freash cornbread to go with you grub?
"Wah, sshank you Gopher! Ah love Frahd sshteak. And BEANSH! Ah love Beansh. Ah would love sssshom cone braid!" In the same amount of time it took Trinity to thank Gophergrease for the "curbside service" he devoured the meal.
"Issh it sshafe ta go back inta the houssssh? -Hic- Ah shink the box you was burning mushta had the shmell of figssshh in it, cuz Ah don' got no idea why elsh the shmell would be sho shtrong...-hic-..." Trinity's two functioning brain cells struck a spark: "Ya ain' cookin no Figsssh, issh ya??"
Quickly, Gopher Grease changes the subject and offers Trinity some wine:
"Issh shish shat Eye-talian sshshtuff (spatter) you was talkin' 'bout? It don' have no scuppernongs in it? ... No figs, huh, honest?" Trinity takes a small sip the wine, then a larger sip, then a belt. Suddenly Trinity turned green. Was it the fact that the wine was made of figs or that he just had drunk too much that evening? We won't know because he passed out right there... while vomiting.