"Eee, these bank holidays, it's a problem to decide. [Gromit snores] Tell you what, Gromit lad! [Gromit wakes up] Let's have a nice hot cup of tea, hm? [walks out of the room] Kettle should have boiled by now. [sets up the tea tray with cups, pours tea in the teapot, grabs some crackers from the cabinet, and pours some on the plate; checks the fridge; eyes widen] No cheese, Gromit! [Gromit begins to sulk a bit] Not a bit in the house! [brings the tray to the living room, and take a bit out of a cracker; eyes widen with a gulp] Gromit, that's it! Cheese! We'll go somewhere where there's cheese! [Gromit is confused; looks at "Cheese Holidays" magazine] Now, where were we? Places you find cheese. Lancashire, Cheddar, Wensleydale, Philadelphia, Tesco's... [they stop reading and look out the window at the moon] Everybody knows the moon is made of cheese..."