PO
Dad Dad Dad, it was just a dream.

PO'S DAD
No, it was the dream. We are noodle
folk. Broth runs through our veins.

PO
But Dad, didn't you ever, I dunno,
want to do something else?
Something besides noodles?

PO'S DAD
Actually...

Po looks surprised.

PO'S DAD (CONT'D)
When I was young and crazy...

Dad gets a wistful look in his eyes.

PO'S DAD (CONT'D)
I thought about running away and
learning how to make tofu.

PO
So why didn't you?!

PO'S DAD
Oh, because it was a stupid dream.
Can you imagine, me making tofu?
(laughs at the thought)
No. We all have our place in this
world. Mine is here. And yours is--

7.


PO
I know. Is here.

PO'S DAD
No, it's at tables two, five,
seven, and twelve.

He loads Po's arms with bowls of soup.