ARTHUR (excited): Oooo! Baking cookies, eh? GRAMP (baking): Sure am.
ARTHUR (disappointment): Hey. Wait a minute. You ain't baking You're just cooking up chunks of extruded cookie log. I don't think pre-made stumps of cookie matter qualify as "baking" GRAMP (looking at Arthur)
THE HOUSE (Kitchen)
GRAMP (question): So you don't want any? ARTHUR (whinning): WHOA WHOA WHOA whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa