This is a dish called crispy shredded beef, which has a lot of crisp, a lot of shred, and not a lot of beef.

well, how about a little smooch for Pete's best friend?

The ghee tin

It's fish souffle.

Pierre could be all over her, ripping her clothes!

Cheese. A soufflé, maybe?

In front, behind, on top, below, right and left! For now she has a breast

Christ, her son.

Bertha, you may serve the souffle.

No. I've got enough on my mind without a soufflé.

Here's the ghee, now fry some chappatis

Would you like a soufflé for dessert?

And Jesus went into the temple of God

Bye, Mummy. Yes. Lots of kisses.

The soufflé, it must be gay. Gay.

Judas sold Christ. And who bought Him?

Jesus came from God, so He is almighty.

Kiss the doll.

For now she has a breast

General... if Christ walked the streets of my hometown, he'd be horrified.

Cream the shortening with sugar, then add a tablespoon of flour.

Kiss me, sweetheart.

I feel really ill. Come back at once. Kisses, Dolly.

You should taste my popovers. I'd love to.

It's three eggs separated, two measuring cups of milk... a third of a cup of shortening.

Jesus collected men in temples and taught them.

the head of the woman is the man the head of Christ is God.

But I would have you know that the head of every man is Christ

I kissed you, didn't I?

Why, you haven't eaten a thing, Karin. Why don't you try the soufflé? It's excellent.

Very clearly. A woman happily in love, she burns the soufflé.

We were kissing, one kiss, not making love.

Smooch?

The Cook's acquiring a lightertouch with her pastry, don't you think?

Now we'll attach you to this crosspiece like Jesus Christ.

I don't know how to kiss or I would kiss you.

I kissed you, you kissed me. That's affection, not carnality.

Kiss me.

A kiss.

(kiss)

Kiss me.

To kiss me?

That checks.

The kiss.

Kiss me!