[She gently pats the pig to try to encourage it some more! Come on, lead us somewhere good! Gina keeps her eyes peeled for any sign of the fablef truffles.]

Beats me. Maybe it's got to do wiv some kinda story or dream, like a lot of the things that 'appen in these parts. Or maybe he's just different from other oinkers. Got 'imself some refined tastes an' all!

[She chuckles.]

I wonder if more singin' will get 'im goin' even more.