“Sally: Lunch!
Dr. Finkelstein: Mm, what's this? [sniffs] Wormswort! Mmm... [prepares to take a bite but then sniffs suspiciously]
Dr. Finkelstein: ...And frog's breath?
Sally: [innocently] What's wrong? I thought you liked frog's breath.
Dr. Finkelstein: Nothing's more suspicious than frog's breath! Until you taste it, I won't swallow a spoonful!
Sally: I'm not hungry. [shrugs and in doing so pretends to accidentally knock over the spoon he holds up] Oops!
Dr. Finkelstein: [as she shoves the spoon aside on the floor and, still bent over, removes a slotted spoon from her sock] You want me to starve! An old man like me who hardly has strength as it is! Me! To whom you owe your very life!
Sally: Oh, don't be silly! [Dips the sifting spoon in the soup and pretends to taste it] Mmmm! See? Scrumptious.”
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