But in all seriousness, there's a current of irrationality flowing under that movie that is oddly satisfying. Why does Augie burn his hand on the quickie griddle?

I feel like Anderson has honed his craft so much that for the people who aren't instantly turned off by his antics, he can create these incredibly emotionally evocative nonsense scenes. I'm not entirely sure Anderson understands how he does it. He's tapping into something deep in his subconscious that resonates with some select set of other people. I guess that's art!