“I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.”
“Cattle... it called us cattle...We're hamburger, you mean.”
“Right now I have a milk mustache. I grew it on a cattle ranch, and then glued it to my face.”
“What?" I ask."I'm developing a theory.""And it is?"She picks up her hamburger, grins, and says, "That you have a death wish.”
“Though the industrial logic that made feeding cattle to cattle seem like a good idea has been thrown into doubt by mad cow disease, I was surprised to learn it hadn't been discarded. The FDA ban on feeding ruminant protein to ruminants makes an exception for blood products and fat; my steer will probably dine on beef tallow recycled from the very slaughterhouse he's heading to in June.”
“Never stand begging for that which you have the power to earn.”