Tea time w Cosmo and his scrunkly little baby (transcript below)
Cosmo, snatching his teacup off the table: ho-HO! Nearly caught me with my guard down!
Babey Iris, shouting insistently: EE! EE!
Cosmo: what vexes you, dear boy? What do you desire?
Iris, continuing to shout: EE! EE! EE!
Cosmo: ah, my beverage? This is āteaā, Iris my boy- you must enunciate to be understood, my son- watch the way my mouth moves to form the syllable- tea- tea-
Iris: TEE!!
Cosmo: Excellent! Go on, then, claim your prize- gently, now
Iris tentatively sips, then SPITS with disgust
Cosmo: ah yes, perhaps earl grey is too rich
SHORTLY:
Wanda: careful, honey pie- blow ta cool it down! ~Hoooooo~
Iris blows a raspberry into his cup of microwaved appy juice
Cosmo: stupendous idea, love- he shall have a gentlemenās palette in no time, Iām sure!






















