Ben: Hey wheat baronness. I want a wheat. I’m prepared to pay handsomely for it.
Ben: A brick.
Ben: Oh, never mind. I don’t want your stupid wheat.
Ben: Wheat baroness, I need a wheat.
Simiao: For what?
Ben: Your wish is my command.
Simiao: A rock.
Ben: I can almost do that. I can almost do that.