[SCOTT opens the freezer and stares into it for a moment.]
SCOTT: Well, this is sad.
SCOTT: This may be the most depressing thing I've ever seen.
[SCOTT pulls freezer door wide, to reveal a single half corn-on-the-cob, laying on the ice trays.]
SCOTT: Frozen, pitiful, alone. He was the last of his polar expedition...
[MARY rolls her eyes.]
SCOTT: Tragically, he perished only a hundred yards from Base Camp...
[MARY sighs and grabs the frozen cob.]
SCOTT: His journal is heartbreaking...
[She tosses it across the kitchen; it hits the bottom of the trashcan with a THUNK! like a rock.]
MARY: That'll teach you not to be so fussy about eating your sled dogs, Commander Cobb!
SCOTT: I was going to ask what's for dinner, but I think...now I won't.