text:  She says, God don't care if you eat the peanuts or not. You're making my pain go away. You're making all of us happy in this old folks home. Eat the bloody peanuts. God don't care. Well, you got to listen to Portuguese ladies. I ate three quarters of the jar. I felt so bad. I told her, you better have some peanuts before I eat it all. And she says, oh no, I'm allergic.