what is the matter with?

Ignatius to James

What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you? Are you unnatural enough to want a hot dog and jam this early in the afternoon? My conscience will not let me sell you one. Just look at your loathsome complexion. You are growing child whose system needs to be surfeited with vegetables and orange juice and whole wheat bread and spinach and such. I, for one, will not contribute to the debauchery of a minor.