Like the dialogue in a Grade B-minus movie

     "You know that pig of your uncle's?"

    "What about it?"

    "It's gone."

    "Gone?"

    "Gone! said Hugo, rolling the word round his tongue. "I met the old boy half a minute ago, and he told me. It seems he went down to the pig-bin for a before-breakfast look at the animal and it wasn't there."

    "Wasn't there?"

    "Wasn't there."

    "How do you mean, wasn't there?"

    "Well, it wasn't. Wasn't there at all. It had gone.

    "Gone?"

    "Gone! It's room was empty and its bed had not been slept in."

    "Well, I'm dashed!" said Ronnie.

(from Summer Lightning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)