— Sorry, Johnny. Guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again... I can't help it. I love her, Johnny!
— Look, why don't you stop moonin' and mopin' around? Just... Just marry the girl.
— Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, «Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?»... No. It just isn't done that way.
— Oh, excuse me, buster.
— «Buster»? You, sir, have taken my seat.
— Hiss, with you around, who needs a court jester? Now get out there and keep your snake eyes open for you know who.
— You... You mean, I... I'm being dismissed?
— You heard His Mightiness. Move it, creepy. Get lost. Begone, long one.