I was stumped on this one. An old cartoon bit kept going round in my head, so, well, sorry in advance for the the lame joke...
“Do the math, Chowderhead! Really. Tell me how you expect one stinkin’ bean to feed two full growd men for the winter. No, no, no… wait… let me guess… Plant it?
Tell me that’s not what you was thinkin’.
You gotta quit comin’ up with these brilliant ideas—give that brain of yours a rest now and again.
Come here, come here. Take a look outside and just tell me what you see.
Wipe the frost off the window first.
Don’t strain yourself, now. One word’ll do...
Land of Goshen! Give this man a prize! Sign him up for Mensa! Put him in charge of dee show!
Now Genius, since you’re on a roll, tell me again… what’s in my hand?
Wait. Let me give you a little hint…
IT AIN’T NO SNOW PEA!
Now go get us two plates and a knife. I’m starvin’.”