Quintessentially Quilly

Running dialogue below one of my status updates:

Status: At dinner tonight Amoeba pea-ed on the floor!

Comments:

•    ‎*snort*

•   Corny.
•   How many peas did he lose on the floor?
•   Not telling. That would be disturbing the peas.
•   And I can’t pick ’em up either, ’cause then I’d be accused of lifting my legume.
•   Charley and Charlene two peas in a pod??? yep I think so
•   Jeff says oh peas get over it
•   Charlie probably couldn’t carrot less about peas.
•   But I *do*, Nathalie. *Everybody* should be able to visualize whirled peas.
•   I suppose I should have beet him for it.
•   Good thing you didn’t. I don’t think I could have survived the borscht belt.
•   LOL. I give up. I’m not radish enough to continue.
•   I’m running out of thyme to play anyway.
•   Figures that you’d walk off when it was your turnip.
•   Oregano let him have the last word?
•   Don’t let him squash you.
•   Oh, my. If you can’t get along, I guess you cantaloupe.
•   I guess this strings bean going on long enough.
•   Lettuce all turnip together to plant again, soon, peas!
•  Tomato is soon enough for me.
•   Okay, already. You guys are driving me out of my gourd!
•   It did get corny, didn’t it?