The Pieman. Hello! Didn't you hear the knock?
Snow White. I'm sorry, but I can't let you in.
The Pieman. Oh, cooking, I see. Just ready to mix, eh? That's my line of business; baker—pies, all kinds. [He chants rapidly.]
- Pumpkin, custard, veal-and-ham,
- Chocolate, lemon, squash and lamb,
- Gooseberry, blueberry, peach and quince,
- Chicken, cocoanut, apple, mince.
Snow White. I really don't want any, thank you.
The Pieman. Of course not. No good cook would ever eat a baker's pie; and you are a good cook.
Snow White. [A little flattered.] Well, I've had some experience.
The Pieman. I can tell that by the hitch of your apron. Now my specialty is apple pies, and . . .
