Butcher: What will it be then?
Wilf: Toad in the hole, please.
Butcher: We don't carry that. There's a special pork today, that'd be my pick.
Wilf: That's a shame, I'm afraid we had our hearts set on toad in the hole. We've been assured it's your specialty.
Buther's Wife: You two look like a lovely young couple. You might want to be on your way before anyone gets hurt.