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(Wasabi calls Hiro because he's out of horseradish)
Baymax (pauses from vacuuming hallway, picks up corded phone) : Hello, Hamada residence.
Wasabi: Ah, dang it! (slams phone down)
Baymax: Hmm. Wrong number.
(Honey calls five minutes later wanting some honey lemon cough drops)
Baymax: Hello, Hamada residence!
Honey: Oooh. (hangs up)
(Baymax, holding a feather duster): Wrong number again! I must insist Hiro install caller I.D, there could be childnappers out there.
(Fred calls): Hiro, wanna come over and put a spiral rocket booster on my anaconda?
Baymax (glaring): Hiro is under eighteen! This call will be traced.
Fred: Ah, shit! The feds. (hangs up and says to self) How'd they finally find me?
(Aunt Cass calls): Hi, honey, I'm going to be late at the diner with Mr. Krei.
Baymax: Aunt Cass, we need a tap installed on this line, I think-,
(Cass hangs up and says to Alistar Krei): Ah, shit. The feds.
Krei (stricken): How did they find us?
(Twenty minutes later the phone rings, Baymax is holding a soufflé and wearing a chef's hat): Hello? (he answers)
GoGo: Baymax, tell Hiro he has five minutes to get down here and bring me my soufflé for cooking class.
Baymax: But it will deflate.
Hiro (calling from upstairs): Baymax, quit playing with my automated voice system! I'm still working on it.
Baymax (deflated-sounding): My soufflé is ruined.
GoGo (sighing over the line): He forgot about our upcoming bake sale, didn't he?
(Baymax's chef hat and Baymax himself caves in like the ruined dessert)