Queen Sara: I thought we had decided that there would be no extra plane, Friday.
King Friday: Uh, you may have decided, Sara, but I want to hear this person out.
Queen Sara: I'm afraid this presentation may be a waste of your time, ma'am.
Saleslady: Oh, I didn't know there was a question about my coming.
King Friday: Uh, no question. Carry on, young person.
Queen Sara: And exactly how much fuel does this plane use?
King Friday: Uh, not very much.
Saleslady: Well, it does use the most of all our vehicles, sire.
King Friday: Uh, naturally for a royal plane.
Queen Sara: But I told you, Friday. That's what I'm against. We have one plane and it already uses too much gas, and now you want a second which will use even more!
King Friday: Well, it's purple, and it will have 13s all over it. Uh, you're not even looking at it.
Queen Sara: I've given it a great deal of thought.
King Friday: Well, I'm the King!
Queen Sara: And I'm the Queen! We can discuss it anon! Farewell, everyone!
(rushes back inside the castle)
Saleslady: Farewell, Queen Sara.
Lady Aberlin: Farewell, Aunt Sara.
King Friday: Uh, eh, perhaps I should speak further with the Queen. Excuse me.
(goes inside the castle)
Saleslady: Of course, your majesty.
Lady Aberlin: Of course, Uncle Friday.