Sally:
Lunch!
Dr. Finkelstein:
Mm, what's this?
[sniffs]
Dr. Finkelstein:
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]
Sally:
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]
Sally:
Mmmm! See? Scrumptious.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:51