Dinnertime at the workhouse : BEADLE: I hope the soup is not too thick, Mrs CORNEY? CORNEY: It's thin, Sir, very thin. I makes a profit with my food allowance. BEADLE: I makes a profit with me coffins. We must have profit. (The boys weep from hunger.) MRS CORNEY: The boys are crying again! BEADLE: Crying is good for boys, Mrs Corney. It opens their lungs, washes their faces, and exercises their eyes. Oh there's a little soup left, I think I might, with your permission... CORNEY: Oh it would be a pity to waste it, Mr Bumble.