Beth: Apples come in chocolate brown, mmmm-mmm, they're wonderful. Apples come in taffy gold, mmm-mmm, they're scrumptious! Listen to me, all you folks, hear me when I say: apple bar, apple bar, sends me all the way!
Paul Worden: Beth, baby, you have got to make me believe you eat this junk, now you just gotta!
audition girl: Apples come in taffy gold, mmm-mmm, they're scrump-tu-ous! Scrump... they're... they... mmmm, they... mmmmm.
Paul Worden: Thank you, erm, thank you very much, my dear. We're looking for a singer.