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.