EXT. CATTLE TRAIL CAMP.
THE COOK IS PREPARING SUPPER IN A BIG POT OVER THE CAMPIRE. HE IS RATHER CAMP.
COOK
Grubs up!
ENTER THE TRAIL BOSS, AND COWHANDS, HANK, PETE AND SETH. THEY FILL THEIR PLATES AND SIT ROUND THE CAMPFIRE
TRAIL BOSS
This is what I need after a day in the saddle. A plate of pork and beans. (LOOKS AT PLATE) These ain't beans.
COOK
No, they're spaghetti-Os. I thought you might like a change.
TRAIL BOSS
We're cowhands. We eat beans.
COOK (HOLDING NOSE AND FLAPPING HAND IN FRONT OF IT)
Tell me about it! Ooh, in camp last night you could have cut the atmosphere with a spoon.
HANK (EXCITED)
Oo, Oo, could we have that there spaghetti with them shapes like you get in words?
COOK (CLAPPING HANDS TOGETHER)
Alphabetti spaghetti? That would be fun!
TRAIL BOSS
Hank, you can't write your own goddam name; you makes your mark. You don't need the whole goddam alphabet, youse could make do with a plate of Xs. And we ain't having any type of goddam spaghetti.
PETE
Hows about Macaroni? With maybe a cheese sauce...
COOK
Oh yum!
TRAIL BOSS
We aint having no goddam macaroni! And we ain't having no vermicelli, rigatoni, penne, linguine, fettucini, pappardelle, farfalle, conchiglie, or goddam godnabbit tortellini.
THERE IS AN AWKWARD SILENCE
HANK
Ravioli's good.
PETE
Yeah, but needs parmesan. And a twist of black pepper...
TRAIL BOSS
We're having beans, pork 'n' beans.
SETH (LOOKING AT SOMETHING ON HIS FORK)
Er, Boss, this ain't pork. Don't rightly know what animal it is.
COOK
It's tofu, silly. Ever so nutritious, just the thing for you big strong boys.
HANK
'S real good.
COOK
And no little piggies had to go to any nasty slaughterhouse.
HANK
'S right?
PETE
You know, I'm quite partial to them nut cutlets...
COOK
I'll do them tomorrow – just for you!
THE TRAIL BOSS (HEAD IN HANDS)
Seth, tell them, just tell them.
SETH (SHIFTS AWKWARDLY)
Well, too much meat can increase the risk of colon cancer and heart disease...
THE COOK JUMPS UP AND DOWN AND CLAPS HIS HANDS.
TRAIL BOSS (TO COWHANDS)
Now lookee here. We's driving ten thousand head of these here doggies to the goddam meat packing plant, and youse varmits is turning goddam veggie?
HANK, PETE & SETH (HANGING THEIR HEADS)
Sorry Boss.
TRAIL BOSS
Ah, to hell with it.
HE PUSHES HIS PLATE AWAY, AND TAKES A SWIG OF COFFEE.
That sure is one good cup of coffee.
COOK
Oh, do you like it? It's decaff.
THE TRAIL BOSS SPLURTS OUT HIS COFFEE.
END.