Aw. I thought you were going to make jumping jack flapjacks. Thentuk. I love Thenthuk,...

Khampa: [about the breakfast sushi served to the family] Aw. I thought you were going to make jumping jack flapjacks.
Maydow: What's wrong with traditional Snow Mountain recipes handed down from generation to generation? Tholma and Tsampa, and your father's favorite: Thentuk.
Norbu: [sniffs] I love Thenthuk, and I cannot lie.
Maydow: Everybody always wants some new fad, but there's nothing like tradition.
Khampa: Pancakes aren't a fad, Mom. They're pancakes.
[groans]
Maydow: [still entitled to her sushi] It starts with pancakes, but where does it end? You've got to remember where you come from. So be a good boy and eat the food your mother woke up early and slaved over.
Khampa: [reluctantly giving in to her mother's demands] Yes, Mother.
Darma: [sparing Maydow's feelings] It looks great, Gran. Thank you.
Maydow: My pleasure, Darma. I love it when we have guests for breakfast.
Fleetwood Yak: [entering] Did somebody say breakfast?
Khampa: Morning, Fleetwood.
Bodi: Hey.
Germur: Morning.
Fleetwood Yak: Morning, Maydow, Norbu. It's good to have you both back in Snow Mountain.
Norbu: It's good to be back, Fleetwood. You're looking good.
Fleetwood Yak: It's not the age. It's the mileage