explication of the egg

Corinne called. "I don't get it."
"What don't you get?"
"Your title, Egg in Spoon."
"Egg in spoon," I said, "like the race."
"Oh," she paused, "I still don't get it."
"What don't you get? Egg in Spoon. Trusting the hand."
"You can keep saying it over and over again, but that doesn't mean I'm going to get it any faster. Repeating something doesn't make it clearer. Just explain it."
"Um. I guess I'm the egg in the spoon. And, you know, God is like the hand, getting me to the other side. Without dropping me or whatever. Without letting me crack up."
"Kendall says she gets it."
"You're daughter is very smart."
"It's not that complicated."
"You didn't get it."
"I GET it already!"
"And you know, I just really like the word egg. And spoon."
"Oh, I hate the word egg."
"Really? I'm not changing it."
"No, no, I'm not saying you have to change it. I'm just saying, I don't like the word 'egg.'"
"I'm glad you got that off your chest. It must have been quite the burden."
"You have no idea. I also don't like the word 'hair.' Brad Pitt could have been named Brad Hair and I wouldn't have wanted to marry him."
"Sort of moot, isn't it?"
"I'm just making a point."
"How about 'hirsute'?"
"Now, that's okay. Sort of a snobby way of saying it though."