Papa! Papa, stop! Don't kill it! It's unfair. Fern! You will have learn to control...

Fern Arable: [John Arable lifts runt from the newborn litter of piglets] Papa! Papa, stop! Don't kill it! It's unfair.
Arable: Fern! You will have learn to control yourself!
Fern Arable: [crying] Control myself? This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself?
Arable: Now Fern, I know a lot more about raising pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble, now run along.
Fern Arable: But it's unfair! If I had been very small, would you have killed me?
Arable: No, certainly not! A little girl is one thing, a... runty pig is another.
Fern Arable: [Sobbing] I don't see any difference! This is the most terrible case of injustice that I ever heard of!
Arable: Oh? Now I've got a good mind to let you raise this pig, then you'll see what trouble a pig can be.
Fern Arable: Oh Papa, would you - please?
Arable: [Hands the runt to Fern, then she kisses it] All right. He's yours, saved from an untimely death.
Fern Arable: Oh, look at him; he's absolutely perfect! His name is... Wilbur.
[kisses him again]
Arable: A pig doesn't grow fat on kisses and hugs, Fern. Now take him inside and feed him