Fin: Dad, where's Mom? She's late and it's time for my dinner, this is critical.
Dad: She's running late, so I guess I'll feed you. (Wanders aimlessly towards kitchen) Oh hey, looks like a light bulb out, I think I'll change it...
Fin: Dad! Focus! (Herding towards kitchen) You were gonna feed me remember?
Dad: Oh yeah. (Looking at tin) Uh oh. I bought the wrong kind. You don't like this one... it's ocean fish.
Fin: I love ocean fish! Crack it open.
Dad: Really? Okay. (Cracking open tin) Wow, this stuff stinks!
Fin: I know! Let it flow Dad!
Dad: You know who doesn't like this? Your Mom. She's gonna be grossed out.
Fin: Look Dad, Mom's a total drama queen when it comes to a little stinky food. Besides she's not even home. Let's filler up! (Dives into full dish)