Zach: I feel like you and Daddy are supposed to be married.
Betsy: Me, too, but why do you think so?
Zach: It's kind of like you are the butter and Daddy is the bread.
(Pause.)
And let's say that bread and butter and salt and pepper all go together. It's like you're the butter, Daddy's the bread, I'm the salt, and Katie's the pepper.
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