Gramp: So who's the lucky lady that you've fallen for?
Arthur: (in love) She's a beautiful pop singer from Columbia. Her name is Shakira.
Gramp: "Sha-WHAT-a"?
Arthur: "Shakira".
Gramp: Isn't that the bread coating for chicken?
Arthur: (angrily) THAT'S "SHAKE 'N BAKE"!!
