Later...

Leni: Scalpel, please. [Spreads peanut butter on Luan’s foot. She puts two pieces of bread on it and Luan’s sock and shoe back on over it.] Feeling better?

Luan: Uh-uh.

[Later, Leni slams a door with a string attached to it. Luan’s buck teeth and a bit of her braces is attached to the string]

Leni: Feeling better yet?

Luan: [Part of her braces are now crooked and her buck teeth is missing.] Not really.