Dad: Sorry doesn't make the noodles. What were you doing up there? All that noise?
Po: Oh nothing...just uh....had a crazy dream.
Dad: About what? What were you dreaming about?
Po: What was I… uh…I was dreaming about...uh…noodles.
Dad: Noodles? You were really dreaming about noodles?
Po: Uh...Yeah. What else would I be dreaming about? Oh careful, that soup is...sharp!
Dad: Oh, happy day! My son finally having the noodle dream! You don’t know how long I have been waiting for this moment. This is a sign, Po!
Po: Uh...A sign of what?
Dad: You are almost ready to be entrusted with the secret ingredient of my secret ingredient soup. And then you will fulfill your destiny and take over the restaurant just as I took it over from my father who took it over from his father who won it from a friend in a game of mahjong.
Po: Dad, dad,dad, it was just a dream.
Dad: No, it was THE dream. We are noodle folk. Broths run though our veins.
Po: But dad, didn't you ever...I dunno...wanna do something else? Something besides noodles?
Dad: Actually, when I was young and crazy, I thought about running away and learning about how to make tofu.
Po: So why didn't you?
Dad: Oh because it was a stupid dream! Can you imagine me making tofu? Ha ha ha…tofu! No! We all have our places in this world and mine is here and yours is...
Po: I know...is here.
Dad: No, it's a table 2, 5, 7 and 12. Service with a smile!