Finn: My hot dog's dead. My pizza's dead. My cupcake is dead.
Jake: Oh, um, my doughnut's dead. My burger's dead. My milkshake is dead. Finn: All of our favorite foods are totally dead. They cannot procreate in little food beds. We'll eat them up And turn them into stuff. Jake: And we'll cry over their graves, But you can't cry enough... Together: When you miss someone you love, You can't cry enough.