Upstairs, Downstairs1971

Diana Newbury:
[Referring to Bunny] He has this idea he has a duty to the land, a sort of debt.

Robin Eliott:
Oh, like the debt I owe my tailor?

Diana Newbury:
Except that your tailor probably knows he'll never get paid. Apparently the land isn't satisfied until Bunny spent several days in every month trudging around it waring two boots. Sruntch, scruntch, scruntch... scratching the backs of pigs.

Georgina Worsley:
Hmmm?

Diana Newbury:
You have no idea what a disgusting noise it makes when you scratch a pig's back... a sort of bristly [she expresses disdain at the thought of it]... oooh, ooh... oh.

Georgina Worsley:
I adore pigs!

Diana Newbury:
So does Bunny. Scratching the pig's back is supposed to send him into a sort of ecstasy, but actually when Bunny's leaning over the pen with a glazed look in his eyes, it's almost impossible to tell them apart.