Charlotte's Web2006

Wilbur:
[to a lamb] Wanna play?

Lamb:
[to an old sheep] May I, Papa?

Old Sheep:
Certainly not. In the first place, you can't get out of your pen. In the second place, sheep do not play with pigs.

Wilbur:
Why not?

Old Sheep:
Oh, it's a matter of status. Sheep, for instance, are highly regarded by Zuckerman, because we furnish him with good quality wool. With pigs, on the other hand, it's just a matter of time.

Wilbur:
Time before what?

Old Sheep:
Before they're fat enough to kill.

Wilbur:
(incredulously) What did you say?!

Old Sheep:
Oh, everybody knows that. In the fall, you'll be turned into smoked bacon and ham. And then, just as soon as the cold weather sets in, they'll kill you.

Wilbur:
Ohh! (faints)

Goose:
Templeton.

Templeton:
Hmm.