Carnage

Dorothy: [upon being served a plate of chicken] What's that? What did you do?

Jeff: Mum, please.

Dorothy: Where's the rest of her? Who did this?

Jeff: Nobody did anything.

Dorothy: Did you kill her?

Jeff: Mum, I didn't kill it.

Dorothy: It? She had a mother and a father, Jeff.

Jeff: It's free range.

Dorothy: What does that mean?

Jeff: It means it was free range. It was a happy chicken running around a massive field with other happy chickens. It had a good life.

Dorothy: Why do you keep saying "it"? I haven't seen any fields with birds wandering around. Where are they, Jeff? Where?

Jeff: Mum, I'm really hungry.

Dorothy: Well, have a cracker!