“Gregor lifted the knife and slammed it down. The tops of the carrot rolled across the table, some hitting the floor."What are you doing?""I'm chopping carrots.""Gregor, they are carrots! not tree branches.""I fail to see the difference.”

“I'm a perfectly good carrot that everyone is trying to turn into a rose. As a carrot, I have good color and a nice leafy top. When I'm carved into a rose, I turn brown and wither.”

“Did Anton try the carrots?”“I believe so. Flavio seems happier, at least on that count, and I have noticed now that Anton shudders whenever he sees anything vaguely resembling a carrot. Which I think is rather sad, as they are a beautiful root vegetable.”“Yes,” said Joe seductively, remembering the huge carrots back on the kitchen table.”

“How're the Broncos doing?""Like a bunch of carrots.""Is that bad?""Can carrots play baseball?""I guess not.""Then you have your answer.”

“See, that's what I like about you, Carrots You're not fussy.”

“He'll just track us down and follow us and then he'll kill Carrot!" "Why?" "Because Carrot's mine!”