George Utley: Say, Joanna, this really looks good. Did I ever tell you that one of my favorite meals is pork chops?
Joanna Loudon: Yes, you did, George, and that's why I made them.
George Utley: Aww. My mother used to make the best pork chops. She bought 'em at this little store in town. It's not there anymore.
Joanna Loudon: Well, these came from John Mason down the road. You know, he finally slaughtered that big pig of his, so these oughta to be really fresh.
George Utley: [aghast] They slaughtered Phil?
Dick Loudon: You um, you knew the pig?
George Utley: I've known Phil for years. I used to feed him kernels of corn every time I went by there.
Dick Loudon: Well, dig in.
George Utley: I can't eat this.
Dick Loudon: What - what are you talking about?
George Utley: Phil was like a friend. I don't feel right eating him.
Dick Loudon: George, the only reason that pigs exist is for people to eat them.
George Utley: Well, I'm not eating this one.
Joanna Loudon: And now that you're talking about it, I don't think I can either.
Dick Loudon: Now I can't eat 'em.