Po: But dad, didn't you ever, I don't know, want to do something else? Something besides noodles?
Mr. Ping: Actually, when I was young and crazy, I thought about running away and learning how to make tofu.
Po: So why didn't you?
Mr. Ping: Oh, because it was a stupid dream! Can you imagine *me* making tofu?
[laughs airily]
Mr. Ping: No! We all have our place in this world. Mine is here, and yours is...
Po: I know. Here.
Mr. Ping: [throws Po bowls of soup to catch] No, it's at tables two, five, seven and twelve. Service with a smile!