Dennis: (eating dried food) This tastes like feet.
Barbara: Oh, stop complaining.
Mrs. Radcliff: I didn't really like that store-bought dried food, so I made my own. (puts water on trays, a huge turkey dinner appears from it) I just hope the stuffing isn't too dry.
Dennis: Whoa. (starts to go over, Barbara stops him)
Barbara: Don't even think about it. Just go get some firewood, we'll roast hotdogs.