Connie has a problem. She wants meat. There is some suggestion that her craving is pregnancy related, but her meat obsession seems well engrained. A local butcher describes her as "knowing the price of every cut." This is not new for her, Connie is "meat people," the sort who might name their first born Chuck or Patty. Janet Leigh, the gorgeous movie star, tempts her guests with a tray full of steaks. Don't think anyone will disagree, this is a weird film.
The whole meat crazy town explodes with a meat price war with angry mobs, meat investment schemes, and political intrigue. One Meatville citizen refers to their freezer full of meat a "our own little Fort Knox."
Connie's craving erupts early when she gives up smoking (oh no!) to buy 4 lamb chops. Should she be trading one vice for another? She looks up all dreamy-eyed at the table and says with her wide eyes "Why you know how I feel about ... meat." When Paw presents her with a sirloin strip, Connie admits she rates meat above jewels, minks, or money.
The old professor delays news of his decision on the big promotion so that he can enjoy the meat laden dinners at the homes of brown-nosing job candidates. Then, he accurately predicts the beef stew for dinner that night. Our couple moves into the lead on the job opening by serving a superior cut of meat.
Turns out Connie's husband, Joe, comes from a ranch, a successful producer of what my uncle called meat-on-the-hoof. After Paw says, "Thar aint nothin better than meat," Connie weakens at the thought and halfway collapses against the door frame as if she were leaving a smitten lover. All she can think of is meat. Paw wakes up from a ridiculous dream and comes to the obvious conclusion, "That girl has got to have meat." I'd say this Connie is the most meat obsessed starlet I've ever seen.
The whole meat crazy town explodes with a meat price war with angry mobs, meat investment schemes, and political intrigue. One Meatville citizen refers to their freezer full of meat a "our own little Fort Knox."
Connie's craving erupts early when she gives up smoking (oh no!) to buy 4 lamb chops. Should she be trading one vice for another? She looks up all dreamy-eyed at the table and says with her wide eyes "Why you know how I feel about ... meat." When Paw presents her with a sirloin strip, Connie admits she rates meat above jewels, minks, or money.
The old professor delays news of his decision on the big promotion so that he can enjoy the meat laden dinners at the homes of brown-nosing job candidates. Then, he accurately predicts the beef stew for dinner that night. Our couple moves into the lead on the job opening by serving a superior cut of meat.
Turns out Connie's husband, Joe, comes from a ranch, a successful producer of what my uncle called meat-on-the-hoof. After Paw says, "Thar aint nothin better than meat," Connie weakens at the thought and halfway collapses against the door frame as if she were leaving a smitten lover. All she can think of is meat. Paw wakes up from a ridiculous dream and comes to the obvious conclusion, "That girl has got to have meat." I'd say this Connie is the most meat obsessed starlet I've ever seen.