I am a mere husk of the man I was before this conversation.

But now you have grown as tall as an elephants eye, you look like you're climbing clear up to the sky . . . In the end I can bring almost anything back to a musical.

Since the Farmer and the Cowman should be friends, I’ll let that one go.

In your metaphor I'm trying to figure out which one of us you think is the cowman and which one is the farmer.

Don’t throw bouquets at me.

I wouldn't do that. People will say we're in love. Now briquets, maybe.

Don't laugh at my jokes too much . . .

I'm just enjoying the whole corn exchange.