C. J.: How can you not want to see the butter cow?
Toby: I'm that way.
C. J.: You understand, it's a life-size cow made entirely of butter.
Toby: We're not going.
C. J.: There's also a butter Elvis, and a butter Last Supper which has, I swear to God, Toby...
Toby: Butter on the table?
C. J.: It's got butter on the table! Right there between butter James and butter Peter. An almost mind-blowing vortex of art and material that dares the viewer to recall Marcel Duchamp.