Woman: You know, I'd be happy to give you some but you should ask your parents first.
Dewey: I can't. They're dead.
Woman: What?
Dewey: They were killed by the cloud. Can I have some?
Woman: Oh, my God, you poor thing.
Dewey: They were choking. It was awful. [the woman offers him a chocolate] Can I have the one with nuts?
Woman: Oh, of course, dear.