Rochelle: Oh, baby, you bought groceries?
Julius: I even got you the Turtles.
Rochelle: Thank you, baby. Ooh, ooh, Turtles. Mmm! [spits out] Ew! These Turtles taste like... turtle. I can't eat these.
Julius: Fine. Don't eat any of 'em. But do I get something to eat?
Rochelle: No! No! Not until you take a bath. I do not want you smelling up my plastic. Here, put your clothes in there.