SC1. INT - DINING ROOM - EVENING
A MAN WALKS UP TO THE CARVERY AND APPROACHES THE CHEF.
CHEF
Yes and what'll it be then?
MAN:
Just some beef please
THE CHEF CARVES THREE NICE SLICES OF BEEF. VERY RARE
CHEF:
There you go sir.
MAN:
Is this dead then?
CHEF:
Oh yeah well gone sir. James Herriot couldn't do sod all with that.
MAN:
But it's all so final...isn't it?
CHEF:
It is sir. It is, a crying shame and no mistake. But that's just the way it is. One minute you're strolling round a field munching on God's good green grass and the next you're the star turn of an all you can eat for £7.99 carvery.
MAN:
In that case I think I'll have the chicken. I hate chickens! One shat on me when I was training for the Priesthood. The bastard.