Chicken Run2000

[The pie machine has been built and Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy looks at it]

Mr. Willard Tweedy:
Ooh! That's champion, that is. What is it?

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy:
It's a pie machine, you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out.

Mr. Willard Tweedy:
Oh! What kind of pies?

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy:
[sarcastic] Apple.

Mr. Willard Tweedy:
My favorite!

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy:
[forcefully] CHICKEN pies, you great lummox! [calmly] Imagine it! In less than a fortnight, every grocer's in the county will be stocked with box upon box of "Mrs Tweedy's Homemade Chicken Pies".

Mr. Willard Tweedy:
Just "Mrs"?

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy:
Woman's touch. Makes the public feel more comfortable.

Mr. Willard Tweedy:
Oh, right. How does it work? [about to pull the gearshift]

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy:
[slaps Mr. Tweedy on the hand] Get me a chicken and I'll show you.

Mr. Willard Tweedy:
I know just the one... [he walks out]