JOE                  Of course, we're very poor. Life would be hard. 

GRABBOLD    'S all right. There's eggs. 

JOE                  Eggs? 

GRABBOLD    We could take some eggs. 

JOE                 (thinking he may be talking to an idiot)  Er, well, we could. We actually have eggs on the farm, Grabbold. They're  lovely, especially soft-boiled with soldiers, but they don't really pay the rent. 

GRABBOLD   I reckon my eggs would. 

JOE                 Well, I suppose if they were giant-size eggs we could sell them at the market and buy food. 

GRABBOLD   Buy more than food with these eggs. (Pauses, then takes one from pocket)

JOE                 (gasps in amazement)  Wow!!! Is that what I think it is, Grabbold? 

GRABBOLD    Don't know what you're thinkin', but it's gold, that's what it is. 

JOE                 (slowly, in wonder)  A golden egg! I, erm, don't suppose you've got any more of them, have you? 

GRABBOLD    About a nundred. 

JOE                 (gulps)  A hundred??? Why, Grabbold, we'd be the richest family in the land! We could buy a great big house, a                          new chauffeur- driven cart, have servants and everything! We could even buy a football club! Listen! How                          long before your wife wakes up? 

GRABBOLD   Not long. She don't nap long on account of she likes to keep an eye on me to make sure I does what she says. 

JOE                 Right! No time to lose! You go off and stuff your pockets with eggs and then we'll get cracking down that                          beanstalk! 

GRABBOLD   (happily)  Right you are. (exits)