English translation of the exchange at the Meat Counter  ...

Now, that's a real gem.

I ought to know, I'm part of this deal, it's my profession.

It has a beautiful skin tone,

a bit textured, somewhat fibrous, purply pink.

It must be a bit smoked in applewood or hickory; I'm not wrong, am I?

Dunno, I don't have a master's in ham.

You have quite the spare time these days, I see, don't you?

Not at all:  I've just got plenty of things to do.

No, I was just thinking you must have a love of work for it to be well done.

At minimum wage, the love of doing good work makes you want to stick it!

Well now, be nice sir.

I am polite, what the fuck?

What, when one has the good fortune of being able to work with ham, at least you can take a liking to what the hell you're doing!

I would really smash your face of a-good-flying-fucker if you were my woman!

Why, you have a woman, you?

With your mug of a son-of-bitch, who would be your wife?

You need but come take a hike, I'll show you!

Bugger!

Let me rearrange your mug with that paltry little hat!

Bugger!

What then?

It's you, you big bugger!

Bugger!

Yeah, you said that, what, why?

Bugger, get the fuck out of here!

Poor dude!

What, what?

Explain your hat!

She's there, over there, your poor woman!

Bug-off!