Oh, Jack! Take our Milky-White and sell her. We need money from her milk, but we can't.
Uh, we're in need of money, not beans.
Good morning, Jack. I don't mind swapping these beans for your cow.
Ah, you don't know what these do. If you plant them overnight, by morning they grow right up to the sky. If it doesn't turn out to be true, you can have your cow back.
Welcome back! I see Milky's gone. What'd you get for 'er?
Magical beans!!
Oh.
Have you been such a fool, such a dolt, such an idiot, as to give away Milky-White, the best milker in the parish, and prime beef to boot, for a set of paltry beans? Take that! And as for your 'precious' beans, here they go out of the window. Go to bed. Not a sup you shall drink and not a bit you should swallow this very night.