- Hilda Crocker: [From upstairs] Fee! Fi! Fo! Fum! I smell the smell of a cinnamon bun!
- [Hilda walks downstairs on her way to the kitchen]
- Hilda Crocker: Good morning, everybody.
- Ruth Henshaw: Your breakfast is ready. Dry toast and carrot juice.
- Hilda Crocker: [rolling her eyes] Oh goody!
- [Walks to the breakfast nook]
- Hilda Crocker: My canary eats more than that. And HE has an ulcer.
- Ruth Henshaw: Mother, you'd better finish those hotcakes. Hilda's coming down in a minute.
- Lily Ruskin: I'm almost finished. I hope she doesn't smell the syrup on my breath.
- Ruth Henshaw: Have you told Bill about the diet you have Hilda on?
- Lily Ruskin: Mm hmm. And he thinks it's wonderful.
- Hilda Crocker: [From upstairs] Fee... Fi... Fo... Fum. I smell the smell of a cinnamon bun.
- Ruth Henshaw: She's coming.
- [Points to Lily]
- Ruth Henshaw: Your plate!.
- [Lily hides her breakfast plate in a drawer]
- Ruth Henshaw: .
- Hilda Crocker: [Descending the stairs] Good morning, everybody.
- Ruth Henshaw: Good morning, Hilda. Your breakfast is all ready. Dry toast and carrot juice.
- Hilda Crocker: Oh goody!
- [rolls her eyes and shakes her hands frustratingly, then walks toward the breakfast nook]
- Hilda Crocker: . My canary eats more than that and HE has an ulcer!