I've been to the zoo....I said, I've been to the zoo. MISTER, I'VE BEEN TO THE ZOO!
Hm? . . . What? . . . I'm sorry, were you talking to me?
I'll tell you why I do it; I don't talk to many people except to say like: give me a beer, orwhere's the john, or what time does the feature go on, or keep your hands to yourself, buddy. You know a things like that.
I must say I don't...
Why? You have everything in the world you want; you've told me about your home, and your family, and your own little zoo. You have everything, and now you want this bench. Are these the things men fight for ? Tell me, Peter, is this bench, this iron and this wood, is this your honour? Is this the thing in the world you'd fight for ? Can you think of anything more absurd?
It doesn't matter. GET AWAY FROM MY BENCH!!
EXPOSITION
I'll have to give you credit for one thing: you are a vegetable, and a slightly near-sighted one, I think ...
THAT'S ENOUGH....
RISING ACTION
You won't becoming back here any more, Peter; you've been dispossessed. You've lost your bench, but you've defended your honour. And Peter, I'll tell you something now; you're not really a vegetable; it's all right, you're an animal. You're an animal, too. But you'd better hurry now, Peter. Hurry, you'd better go ... see?