— Some woodcock?
— No, thank you, I'm a fruitarian.
— What is a fruitarian exactly?
— Well, we believe that fruits and vegetables have feelings, so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have actually fallen from the tree or bush. That are, in fact, dead already.
— Oh, right. Right. So, these carrots...
— Have been murdered, yes.
— Murdered? Gosh, poor old carrots. That's beastly.

— You come to my house and I'll cook.
— Okay.
— Thea, that might be a problem.
— I`m the best cook here. Tell him.
— Oh, I did. Didn't I?
— Twice.
— Okay, then. It`s just... Ian is a vegetarian. He doesn't eat meat.
— He don't eat no meat? What do you mean, he don't eat no meat?
— Oh, that's okay. I make lamb.