Mr. Frisbee, until my husband is released from Happy Acres, I am in charge here.
— Give me an assignment. If I fail, fire me.
— You're fired.
— Are you a native of Boracho?
— I ain't no native, I was born here!
Mayor of Boracho: — You're the guest of honor.
Professor Fate: — Well, I don't want to be a guest of honor.
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Mayor of Boracho: — You're gonna attend the meeting tonight... or, by jumped-up Harry, you're gonna be guest of honor at a necktie party!
Maximilian Meen: — Necktie? Well, what kind of cheap present is that?
You know there's one thing wrong with living in a palace: It takes so long to get from one place to another. I live in a constant state of exhaustion. Poor Prince! One good thing, when one was young, you could play along the corridors. I used to ride my pony up and down this corridor when I was young. Then I grew up and got drunk, and fell off.
— Professor!
— Yes!
— Where are you?
— Behind the rock!
— Behind which rock?
— This rock, you idiot.