[suspenseful music playing]

Rise and shine.

[cowbell clanging]

Welcome to Friendly Farms, Mr. Cabana,

where life begins.

[sinister music playing]

That milk you smelled expired five weeks ago.

Another minute,

and you wouldn't be smelling anything right now.

- Are you a milkman? - The name's Harry Friendly.

And you might say I am the milkman.

You know the first taste a human being experiences at birth?

- Applesauce? - Oh.

Milk, Mr. Cabana.

Right.

And in the milk business, we are not just part of the American dream.

We are the white in the red, white, and blue.

We are the cream that rises so famously to the top,

and you, Mr. Cabana,

have become the annoying white ring that sticks to the bottom.