Mrs Potts, dear.

Mrs Potts!

The chronic... It's pot, Mom.

Look, those teapots, those ceramics.

You wanna break up the game?

These are all sort of repurposed other products, or whatever.

We've separated the males from the females.

Is there any water in the pot?

The pot is boiling over.

The coffee bubbled in the pot.

Is there any sugar in the pot?

He was the one that always provided the bone.

The pots were her obsession.

Thieves!

The thieves. The thieves.

These pots need attention.

There wasn't much sugar in the pot.

Honey, you got any coffee in the pot?

There wasn't much sugar in the pot.

Billy!

Thief!

Mudhole?

Despoilers.

Bob filled the pot with water.

There is little coffee left in the pot.

Steam is rising from the pot.

There's hardly any coffee left in the pot.

There's almost no coffee left in the pot.

Set a thief to catch a thief.

There is little coffee left in the pot.

There's hardly any coffee left in the pot.

There's almost no coffee left in the pot.

Thieves

It's the biggest adobe building in the world.

Thieves.

Mud bath?

The paint we have Ethan. Why do you say that?

Erm, the silt goes into a sort of super silt.

Please fill the teapot with boiling water.

A kettle, a cook pot, a skillet, a teapot, a bucket, a jar, a platter? See anything you like?

Yesterday, only one of those pots was shining.

Analysis shows it's from Sussex with London mud overlaying it.

Oh, my fur, my fur!

Come on, you little thief, cough it up.

Horse thief.