Radar's free hand scrambles through his pockets. Laughing harder as he tries to scold the horse, he tries, "Danforth, no, you gotta wait a second, that tickles -- "

Danforth blows another raspberry, unmoved by Radar's protests. Apples should never be subject to the whims of mere men! How dare you imply otherwise, good sir!!

"Here," and finally digging out the remaining three-fourths of the apple, he quickly passes it over to Fever.