The last hot dog

Biff looked at the hot dog laying on the ground. It had a bee on it. "Hey," he said to his mom, "that a bee on that hot dog?"

"What?" she asked, turning to look. Chocolate dripped from her mouth as she stared at the weiner. "Bee? Nah, that's a hot dog. Ain't no bees."

"But you said--"

"Don't you mind what I said, boy," she interrupted.

Biff tried not to, but she had said so many things it seemed he was bound to mind one of them at some point.