BERT: Mutton yesterday, mutton today, and blimey if it don’t look like mutton again tomorrer. TOM: That’s the beauty of it, ain’t it? Everything what wanders in goes in the pot — ponies, spiders, burglars. And the more we eat, the cleverer we get. WILLIAM: Cleverer? You et half a warg last night and all you thought of was seconds. TOM: Seconds was the thought, weren’t it. BERT: Shut it, both of you. Big meals, big ideas — keep the fire going and don’t stop eatin’ till there’s nobody left at the table but us. WILLIAM: And if the sun catches us? TOM: Then we stands very still… and eats very quiet.