— I think you know what I'm worried about.
— Is it your hair? I know it's falling out!
— Not my hair, my daughter!
— Your daughter?
— Yes, I need to know if your... intentions are honorable.
— No, not really.
— No?!
— Well I can't deny it. I mean, they're bordering, hovering, teetering on the dishonorable.
— He'll have her on her back before you can say, «Happy ever-after».
I'm not sure whether, I want to love her, or eat her.
— You've got a tail?
— Yeah, so? You have succulent breasts, I don't go on about them all the time, do I?
Rare implies dangerously cooked. When I say, «rare», I mean just let it look at the oven in terror, then bring it out to me.
— It's no use. The man is a complete idiot.
— If only. Now my father, he was a complete idiot. I'm still a half-wit.
What is it with you people? What kind of twisted upbringing did you have? You know why can't you just say: «Oh, that'll be a hundred gold coins?» Why does it always have to be, No, not unless you lay a magic egg, or count the hairs on a giant's ass?
When the students are ready, the teacher appears.
— Oh! They provoked me.
— Provoked you to what?
— Provoked me to nothing, but they sure were tryin'.
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