Peter paints some stripes onto the wall; "Twenty-five. That's how high I can count. We have been here for three hours."
Chris: "I'm scared, Dad. What's gonna happen to us?"
Peter: "Well, he's a Nazi, Chris. If I had to guess, he's going to make us into a lamp shade or a wallet or a bar of soap. I guess that means, I'll be Irish Spring."
Intercut, a commercial for soap with a man in nature; "Irish Spring will get you fresh and clean as a whistle, see?"
He whistles, takes a knife and cuts the soap.
Soap-Peter moans: "You cut me! Why? What is that possibly supposed to show the consumer?"
The guy answers: "There's more soap inside the soap."
Soap-Peter: "They know that!"