M: Um, er...excuse me, um, are you... are you suggesting eating my mother?
(pause)
U: Yeah. Not raw, cooked!
M: What?
U:Roasted with a few french fries, broccoli, horseradish sauce ...
M: Well, I do feel a bit peckish.
U: Great!
M: Can we have some parsnips?
U: (calling) Fred - get some parsnips.
M: I really don't think I should.
U: Look, tell you what, we'll eat her, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.