James Cromwell: Farmer Arthur H. Hoggett
Farmer Hoggett : That'll do, pig.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett : Are you doing him tonight then?
Farmer Hoggett : Mmm.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett : Good. The blood'll drain by morning.
Farmer Hoggett : Pity...
Mrs. Esme Hoggett : What's that?
Farmer Hoggett : Nothing.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett : What on Earth are you babbling on about?
Farmer Hoggett : ...Shame, to miss out on the best ham prize at next year's fair, is all. Nice plump haunches he's getting... Beautiful. Still... silly to wait, I suppose.
[Esme stares at him]
Farmer Hoggett : Come, Pig.
Farmer Hoggett : Away to me, Pig.