Eat. I can't. Yes, you can. Not eating Bambi's mom. That's isn't venison. The deer is...

The Mother: [the bowl of meat is in front of Zoe] Eat.
Zoe: I can't.
The Mother: Yes, you can.
Zoe: [eyes filled with tears, she shakes her head] Not eating Bambi's mom.
The Mother: That's isn't venison. The deer is to hang for the meat to tenderize. Besides, that was a stag, so... it would be Bambi's dad.
Zoe: What is this, then?
The Mother: Rabbit. Thumper.
Zoe: I'm not eating a rabbit either.
The Mother: [sighs] Listen to me. That rabbit had a better life than any cheeseburger you ever ate.
Zoe: It had a beautiful life until you shot it.
The Mother: I trapped it.
Zoe: [sarcastically] Much better.
The Mother: Let me tell you something, kid. There's nothing you ever ate your whole life that didn't come from violence.
Zoe: Tofu.
The Mother: Half of Paraguay was burned and deforested for soy plantations.
Zoe: Cheese.
The Mother: Those cows are impregnated just so they can be pulled on all day.
Zoe: Gross.
The Mother: Gmph.
Zoe: Cashew cheese.
The Mother: I knew a mercenary in the Ivory Coast. He said they fought a civil war over cashews.
Zoe: [tearfully] I wanna go home