“You can keep your willpower, Frog. I am going home to bake a cake.”

“I have to go," I say, "I am baking a cake.”

“What about you?""Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.”

“I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay you'll be forgiven, nothing you can say will set me going home.”

“His father is out cutting wood, so he goes to his mother.'Mother, I must away and see the world, or I shall go mad.'Says his mother, 'If you must go, go you must, and God go with you! I will bake you a cake. Will you have a little cake with my blessing, or a big cake with my cursing?'Says Jack, 'Make me a big cake, mother. It will last longer.'His mother makes him a big cake, and he sets out. And she is standing on the roof of the house, calling curses after him as far as she can see him.”

“Call her Betty Fucking Crocker, because the cake was so going to be worth the bake.”