Muhammad Ali:
I ain't draft dodging. I ain't burning no flag. I ain't running to Canada. I'm staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I've been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain't going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I'll die right here, right now, fightin' you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality. Want me to go somewhere and fight for you? You won't even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won't even stand up for my right here at home.
Dottie Hinkle:
Hello?
Beverly Sutphin:
Is this the Cocksucker residence?
Dottie Hinkle:
God damn you! Stop calling here!
Beverly Sutphin:
Is this Four Two One Five Pussy Way?
Dottie Hinkle:
You bitch!
Beverly Sutphin:
Now let me check the zip code. Two-one-two-fuck-you?
Dottie Hinkle:
The police are tracing this call this very minute.
Beverly Sutphin:
Well, Dottie Hinkle, then why aren't they here, huh, fuckface?
Dottie Hinkle:
FUCK YOU! [hangs up]
Beverly Sutphin:
Bwaahahahaha! [immediately calls her back]
Dottie Hinkle:
DIDN'T I JUST SAY FUCK YOU?
Beverly Sutphin:
[in a different voice] I beg your pardon?
Dottie Hinkle:
Who is this?
Beverly Sutphin:
Mrs. Wilson from the telephone company. I understand you're having problems with an obscene phone caller?
Dottie Hinkle:
Yes, I am. I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson. But this is driving me crazy! I've had my number changed twice already. I'm a divorced woman, please help me.
Beverly Sutphin:
Well what exactly does this sick individual say to you?
Dottie Hinkle:
I can't say the words out loud, I don't use bad language.
Beverly Sutphin:
Oh well, I know it's difficult but we need to know the exact words.
Dottie Hinkle:
I'll try. COCKSUCKER, that's what she calls me.
Beverly Sutphin:
[reverting to the original voice] LISTEN TO YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YA FUCKIN WHORE!
Dottie Hinkle:
GODDAMN YOU!
Beverly Sutphin:
MOTHERFUCKER!
Dottie Hinkle:
COCKSUCKER!
Princess Tiana:
[while standing on the balcony, she sees a wishing star] [sighs]
Princess Tiana:
I can't believe that I'm doing this. [looks up]
Princess Tiana:
Please... Please... Please [looks down and sees a frog sitting on the balcony]
Princess Tiana:
Oh, very funny. So, what now? I reckon you want a kiss?
Prince Naveen:
Kissing would be nice, yes? [Tiana screams and backs into Charlotte's room]
Prince Naveen:
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. [sees Tiana about to launch stuffed animals at him]
Prince Naveen:
Wait, wait, wait, hold on. [Tiana starts throwing the stuffed animals at him]
Prince Naveen:
You know, you have a very strong arm, princess. Wait, please! Put the monkey down. [Tiana throws a stuffed monkey at him]
Princess Tiana:
[lifts up a book] Stay back, or I'll... I'll...
Prince Naveen:
Please, please [hops ontop of a table]
Prince Naveen:
, allow me to introduce myself: I am Prince Naveen [Tiana squashes him]
Prince Naveen:
... of Maldonia.
Princess Tiana:
A prince? But I didn't wish for any... Hold on, if you're the prince, then WHO was that waltzing with Lotte on the dance floor?
Prince Naveen:
The only thing I know, is that one minute I am a prince, charming and handsome, cutting-a-rug, and the next thing I know [trips over his feet]
Prince Naveen:
... I am tripping over these [points to his feet and Tiana lifts the book again]
Prince Naveen:
Wait, wait [catches sight of the book's title]
Prince Naveen:
Wait a moment, I know this story! The Froggie Printo!
Princess Tiana:
[hands the book to Naveen] The Frog Prince?
Prince Naveen:
Yes, my mother had the servants read this to me every night. [begins to flip back and forth between the last two pages of the book]
Prince Naveen:
Yes, yes, this is exactly the answer! You must kiss me!
Princess Tiana:
Excuse me?
Prince Naveen:
You will enjoy it, I guarantee. All women enjoy the kiss of Prince Naveen. Come, we pucker. [his throat bulges out and then returns to normal]
Prince Naveen:
That's new.
Princess Tiana:
Look, I'm sorry. I'd really like to help you, but I DO NOT kiss frogs.
Prince Naveen:
But on the balcony, you ask me.
Princess Tiana:
I didn't expect you to answer!
Prince Naveen:
Oh, but you must kiss me. Look, besides being unbelievably handsome, I come from a fabulously wealthy family. Surely, I can offer you some reward or a wish that I could grant, perhaps?
Princess Tiana:
[reluctantly] Just one kiss?
Prince Naveen:
Just one. Unless you beg for more [licks lips]
Princess Tiana:
[they lean in to kiss, but Tiana flips at the last second] [sighs]
Princess Tiana:
All right, all right. Get it together, Tiana. [she turns around quickly and kisses Naveen]
Prince Naveen:
[lets out a dissapointing sigh, upon realizing that he is still a frog] [he looks down and gasps in horror]
Prince Naveen:
[speaks Maldonian]
Princess Tiana:
[gazes up at the table] Well, you don't look any different. But how did you get way up there? And how did I get way down here, in all this. [sees her hands are webbed. She looks in the mirror, sees she is a frog, and screams]
Craig Jones:
About a year ago, my pops quit his dog-catching job and went into business with my uncle Elroy. They ran this spot called Brothers Barbecue. Taste so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama. You might have seen the commercial.
Uncle Elroy:
Ya'll tired of eatin' that barbecue from up the street? Where they give you more sauce than they give you meat? Then bring your big ass down to Bros. Barbecue, 15837 South Crenshaw Boulevard, that's right off Manchester. Bros. Barbecue, tastes so good, make you wanna slap yo' mama! Don't it, Willie?
Mr. Jones:
Yeah, boy! Hey, mama?
Grandma Jones:
What the hell you want, Willie? [Willie slaps her]
Uncle Elroy:
Ain't but one location, so it's nearest you.
Craig Jones:
You might have missed it. They only had enough money for a 15-second spot. Well, my pops hooked us up with a job as Christmas help security.
[Jason Bourne meets Marie for the first time, when she is about to get into her car. She is suspicious of him]
Marie:
What are you looking at?
Jason Bourne:
I heard you inside.
Marie:
What?
Jason Bourne:
The consulate. I heard you talking? I thought maybe we could help each other.
Marie:
How's that?
Jason Bourne:
You need money. I need a ride outta here.
Marie:
I'm not running a car service just now, thank you.
Jason Bourne:
I'll give you ten thousand dollars for driving me to Paris.
Marie:
[She says in German] What, do you think I am, a fool?
Jason Bourne:
[He replies in German] You'd be a fool not to take it. [He holds up a packet of dollar bills]
Marie:
What is this, a joke? Some kind of scam?
Jason Bourne:
No, it's no scam. [He tosses her the packet of bills]
Jason Bourne:
And I'll give you another ten when we get there.
Marie:
Jesus. [while she leafs through the bills, a police car with siren wailing passes them, and he quickly turns away]
Marie:
Is that for you?
Jason Bourne:
Look. You drive, I pay, it's that simple.
Marie:
Scheisse. I got enough trouble, okay?
Jason Bourne:
Okay. Can I have my money back? [She looks down at the wad of bills again. A moment later, he is in the passenger seat while she drives]
Hagai:
[leading Esther to Xerxes chambers] You can let go of my arm now. He will be the fortunate one to choose you... He will be the one who congratulations are due... [she still won't let go]
Hagai:
Esther, my arm.
Queen Esther:
[in Xerxes's chambers, walking towards the stool]
King Xerxes:
[standing in the shadows] The scroll is on the stool. You may begin when ever you are ready.
Queen Esther:
[glances at the stool and back towards Xerxes]
King Xerxes:
[pacing around] Is there a problem?... Did they not tell you I weary at this procession of candidates? I simply wanted someone to... [stops and looks at Esther]
King Xerxes:
Wait. You were the one who read to me before. You tried to beguile me with love stories. Did you not think I had the sense to see through your little parable? The arrogance, you speak to me as I were this Rachel, in need of help to look after my father's sheep!
Queen Esther:
My lord, I meant no disrespect.
King Xerxes:
[walking towards her] And this is how you come to see me? Your only adornment before your one night with the king.
Queen Esther:
It is, your majesty.
King Xerxes:
You consider yourself of so little worth, that I could purchase your love so cheaply.
Queen Esther:
I was taught... that when you visit a King, rather than expect a gift, one should bring one to lay at his feet. [removes her necklace and offers it to him]
Queen Esther:
This is my most valuable possession in the world. It is my past, my present, and my future. And all of it is yours.
King Xerxes:
[takes her necklace and turns away] Some would call you foolish, indeed. As they would call your Jacob. Of all commodities, love is the easiest... and the most cheaply purchased.
Queen Esther:
[considerate] If it is for sale, my lord. It is not love.
King Xerxes:
Even you... [moving closer]
King Xerxes:
Even you must have a price.
Queen Esther:
I am neither a buyer nor a seller of love.
King Xerxes:
[earnestly] Suppose, my lady. A man offered you a more treasured gift. Say a kingdom.
Queen Esther:
[near tears] The only gift I would accept is your heart.
King Xerxes:
[taking her hands] Than it is yours. And you didn't have to serve 7 years to get it. Tell me, Esther of Susa. Who are you really? Tell me of your people. Teach me of your ways.
Queen Esther:
My father told me it takes the glory of God to conceal a matter. And it takes the honor of Kings to search it out.
King Xerxes:
Than marry me and we shall spend an eternity discovering this 'truth'... together.
Mrs. Weiss:
You know, let's talk about your father. Tell me about your relationship with him.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
I don't know much more than you do, Mrs. White.
Mrs. Weiss:
That's Mrs. "Weiss." Talk to me about the little you do know about your father. It is important, whether you know it or not.
Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
He give me his baby and my one before it, but I don't never see him...
Mrs. Weiss:
Wait, what did you say he gave you?
Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
Nothing.
Mrs. Weiss:
Wait, Clareece, you just said your father gave you something...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
Nothing.
Mrs. Weiss:
No, I HEARD you just say...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
You didn't hear shit.
Mrs. Weiss:
I heard you just say your father...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
You didn't hear shit like it!
Mrs. Weiss:
I don't care, honey! I need to know this!
Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
[Overlapping with Mrs. Weiss' voice] I didn't say nothing like it! Let's move ON!
Mrs. Weiss:
I need this to HELP you...
Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
[Angrily] Bitch, can we change the subject?
Mrs. Weiss:
Okay. Well, I'll see you next time then. Or maybe you'll see someone else. But you're going to have to talk to someone if you want your check, sweetie.
H.M. Tilford:
We'll make you a millionaire while you're sitting here from one minute to the next.
Plainview:
What else would I do with myself?
H.M. Tilford:
Are you asking me?
Plainview:
What else would I do with myself?
H.M. Tilford:
Take care of your son. I don't know what you would do.
Plainview:
If you were me and Standard offered to buy what you had for a million dollars, why? So, why?
H.M. Tilford:
You know why.
Plainview:
Yeah, you fellows need to scratch around in the dirt and find it like the rest of us instead of buying up someone else's hard work.
J.J. Carter:
[defensively] I've scratched around in the dirt, son.
H.M. Tilford:
Where you going to put it all? Where? Build a pipeline, make a deal with Union Oil, be my guest. But if you can't pull it off, you got an ocean of oil under your feet, with nowhere to go. Why not turn it over to us? We'll make you rich. You spend time with your boy. It's a great discovery... Now let us help you.
Plainview:
[after a long pause] Did you just tell me how to run my family?
H.M. Tilford:
It might be more important now that you've proven the field and we're offering to buy you out.
Plainview:
[stares at Tilford for a long moment] One night, I'm gonna come to you, inside of your house, wherever you're sleeping, and I'm going to cut your throat.
H.M. Tilford:
What? What are you taking about? Have you gone crazy Daniel?
Plainview:
Did you hear what I said?
H.M. Tilford:
I heard what you said, why did you say it?
Plainview:
You don't tell me about my son.
H.M. Tilford:
Why are you acting insane and threatening to cut my throat?
Plainview:
You don't tell me about my son.
H.M. Tilford:
I'm not telling you anything! I'm asking you to be reasonable, if I've offended you I apologize.
Plainview:
[leans towards him] You'll see what I can do.
Fred:
I've heard about physical attraction before, chemically I understand it but I've never experienced it.
Jane Bingum:
What, you've never had a crush?
Fred:
Up there all I meet are dead people.
Jane Bingum:
Well, forget it, okay? Stacey's out of your league. You'll be setting yourself up for a world of hurt.
Fred:
No no no, you don't understand! I look at this Stacey, and I, and I can't help it. I wanna, I wanna do her grocery shopping, wanna, wanna re-roof her house. I wanna... hunt animals and bring her the MEAT.
Dennis:
Finally. [cracks knuckles]
Dennis:
I got you right where I want you.
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Can I help you with something, sir?
Dennis:
Name's Dennis. I've been hired to exterminate you.
SpongeBob SquarePants:
You're gonna exterminate us? [SpongeBob and Patrick look at each other, then burst out in laughter before wiping their tears]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Listen, Junior. You caught me and my friend here in a good mood today, so I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Step aside, and you won't have to feel the awesome wrath of our mustaches.
Dennis:
You mean these? [grabs the seaweed mustaches off SpongeBob and Patrick's faces]
Dennis:
I thought you still had a piece of salad stuck to your lip from lunchtime. [Throws mustaches as SpongeBob and Patrick's eyes bulge at the sight of them]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
They were fake?
Dennis:
Of course they were fake! This is what a real mustache looks like. [Pulls face mask off, grunts to sprout mustach from his upper lip]
Patrick Star:
Is he a mermaid?
Dennis:
All right. Enough gab. [approaches SpongeBob and Patrick, who are trembling in fear]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
What are you gonna do to us?
Dennis:
Plankton was very specific.
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Plankton?
Dennis:
For some reason, he wanted me to step on you.
Patrick Star:
Step on us?
Dennis:
Yeah! That way, you'll never find out that he stole the crown! [SpongeBob and Patrick look at each other]
Dennis:
Uhh, perhaps I've said too much. [extends spikes from the soles of his boots. SpongeBob and Patrick tremble in fear as Dennis positions his boot above them]
Patrick Star:
That's a big boot.
Dennis:
Don't worry. This'll only hurt a lot! [laughs]
Dennis:
I love this job! [Continues to laugh, only to be crushed by a bigger boot]
Patrick Star:
Bigger boot! [tries to run away]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Wait, Pat! This bigger boot saved our lives.
Patrick Star:
Yay!
SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star:
Thank you, stranger!
Father:
Hello, Mrs. Peel, welcome back to The Ministry. Now we're going to have a talk.
Emma Peel:
About the weather, how topical!
Father:
It'll help pass the time.
Emma Peel:
Time would pass anyway if you think about it logically! But then so few do think logically, or even anti-logically. Clockwise or anti-clockwise, tick-toc, toc-tick, see-saw, Margery Daw. It amounts to the same thing! After all how do you know I'm the real Mrs Peel?
Father:
How real do you feel, Mrs. Peel?
Emma Peel:
I'll repeat the question, bypassing the weather, which, no doubt, being British, we'll return to in a moment. Do I walk like Mrs Peel, talk like Mrs Peel? Am I witty, wise, wonderful to know? Or, do I go around shooting Ministry agents, attempting to rule the world on my days off?
Father:
Now you're just playing games!
Bob Collier:
Seen all your stuff downstairs.
Jeremy Collier:
I want Karen to take me to the bus station.
Bob Collier:
Alright, fine. [pulls money out of his pocket]
Bob Collier:
I got twenty-one hundred dollars here for you; it's all the cash I had at the office. It's not a fortune, but it'll get you where you want to go, and help you get started if you're careful with it.
Bob Collier:
[pauses] And look, don't think that I'm kicking you out of the house, see. I think you should leave for for your own good, I think it's the right thing to do, and it's my responsibility as a father. Once you're away from here, and had time to think about, I think you'll agree.
Jeremy Collier:
I don't want it.
Bob Collier:
Well I want you to have it.
Jeremy Collier:
No you don't. You want me to take it, so you won't feel guilty, so you won't feel responsible.
Bob Collier:
[sighs] It's funny how I can be so wrong. I honestly thought you were gonna say 'thank you'.
Jeremy Collier:
Thank you? That's what you thought I'd say? No. You just want everyone to think you did the right thing.
Bob Collier:
I'm not doing this on what anybody might think. [puts the money down]
Bob Collier:
I'll have Karen drive you wherever you want to go. [starts to close the door]
Bob Collier:
I hope you'll think better of me someday.
William Travis:
I have here pieces of paper, letters from politicians and generals, but no indication of when, or if help will arrive. Letters not worth the ink committed to them. I fear that no one is coming. Texas has been a second chance for me. I expect that might be true for many of you as well. It has been a chance not only for land and riches, but also to be a different man. I hope a better one. There have been many ideas brought for in the past few months of what Texas is, and what it should become. We are not all in agreement. But I'd like to ask each of you what it is you value so highly that you are willing to fight and possibly die for. We will call that Texas. The Mexican army hopes to lure us into attempting escape. Almost anything seems better than remaining in this place, penned up. If, however, we force the enemy to attack, I believe every one of you will prove himself worth ten in return. We will not only show the world what patriots are made of, but we will also deal a crippling blow to the army of Santa Anna. If anyone wishes to depart under the white flag of surrender, you may do so now. You have that right. But if you wish to stay here with me in the Alamo, we will sell our lives dearly.
Mary Katherine Gallagher:
Oh my God!
Jesus:
Oh my Me! How are you?
Mary Katherine Gallagher:
It's going OK. Are you the Lord?
Jesus:
Well, to you I am. See, technically, you're, like, in this REM sleep state, and I'm a mixture of your mind's images of God, some past authority figures, uh, Skye, and your dad. Basically, your subconcsious came up with me to help you deal. Dig?
Mary Katherine Gallagher:
Yeah... uh, you want a glass of water or something?
Jesus:
No, I'm good. I'm God!
Mary Katherine Gallagher:
Oh. Right.
Hank the Bartender:
[Hands them their drinks] The doctor's in. Help is on its way.
K.C.:
Thanks, Hank. Something wrong, Joe?
Joe Gavilan:
What do ya mean, "Something Wrong?"
K.C.:
You seem down.
Joe Gavilan:
Down? Me?
K.C.:
Lately.
Joe Gavilan:
We've been partners for what, four months, and now you wanna be my shrink?
K.C.:
Sometimes it helps to talk. That's all I'm saying.
Joe Gavilan:
All right. Let me paint you a picture. Portrait of Joe Gavilan. Seven, eight years ago, I sold off the results of my entrepreneurial efforts up to that point: Three tanning salons and two original silk-tip nail parlors in the Antelope Valley, and I started attending weekend Real Estate seminars at the Airport Hyatt. You know, "How to Make $1 Million in Real Estate with Very Little Money Down."
K.C.:
Sounds good.
Joe Gavilan:
Started out with a condo in Sherman Oaks. Slapped some paint on the walls. Refaced the kitchen cabinets. Traded up to a smoke-damaged ranch in Tarzana, then a Spanish on Outpost, and a fake Mediterranean in Los Feliz. Pretty soon, I had everything I've got tied up in this... this monstrosity... on Mt. Olympus, at the corner of Hercules and, I shit you not, Achilles.
K.C.:
So what's the problem?
Joe Gavilan:
The problem is if I don't score a big commission or get rid of this... piece of shit on Mt. Olympus... well, the word *Titanic* comes to mind.
David Dobel:
Since the beginning of time people have been, you know, frightened and, and unhappy, and they're scared of death, and they're scared of getting old, and there's always been priests around, and shamans, and now shrinks, to tell 'em, "Look, I know you're frightened, but I can help you. Of course, it is going to cost you a few bucks...” But they *can't* help you, Falk, because life is what it is.
Eli Sunday:
Oh, Daniel, please... I'm in desperate times. I need a friend... I feel the walls closing in. I've sinned! I need help! I'm a sinner! I've let the Devil grab hold of me in ways I never imagined! I'm so full of sin.
Plainview:
The Lord sometimes challenges us, doesn't he?
Eli Sunday:
Oh yes he does! Yes he does! Oh! He's completely failed to alert me to the recent panic in our economy and this! I must have this! I've invested... my investments have... Oh, Daniel, I won't bore you, but I... If I could grab the Lord's hands for help I would, but he does these things all the time, these mysteries that he presents and while we wait, while we wait... wait for his word...
Plainview:
You're not the chosen brother, Eli. It was Paul who was chosen. He found me and he told me about your land. You're a fraud.
Eli Sunday:
Why are you talking about Paul? Don't say this... don't say this to me, Daniel.
Plainview:
I did what your brother couldn't. I broke you and I beat you.
Reverend Sullivan:
"Do not be deceived. God is not mocked." Hmmm. [Landon walks into the Church as Reverend Sullivan is practicing his sermon]
Reverend Sullivan:
"Whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap...” Can I help you?
Landon:
Uh, yes, sir. I'd like to ask your daughter to dinner on Saturday night.
Reverend Sullivan:
That's not possible.
Landon:
Well... with all due respect, sir, I ask you to reconsider.
Reverend Sullivan:
With all due respect, Mr. Carter, I made my decision. You can, uh, exit the way you entered.
Landon:
Listen, I'm sorry I haven't treated Jamie the way I should've. She deserves more than that. I'm just asking you for the same thing that you teach us every day in Church. And that's faith.
Reverend Sullivan:
[Exhales deeply]
Frog:
Well... Look who's awake.
Thumbelina:
Oh, don't hurt me. I'm a very small girl.
Frog:
Every mother wants to find the perfect girl for her son to marry. Hahaha, lucky me, I found you, ribbet. [to her son]
Frog:
Hush up.
Thumbelina:
Look, I'm sure you're nice and, I'm sure your son's nice. For a frog. But there's a whole kingdom of Little People depending on me, so, if you'll just help me be on my way...
Frog:
Start thinking wedding bells, honey. You're going to be walking down the aisle. [the frog and her son swim away]
Thumbelina:
[to herself] Oh, this is terrible. How will I ever get to the meadow?
Christie - Wife #6:
If you're a bad boy, I'm gonna spank you! [she spanks Tom]
Tom:
Ow! Ok, I've got something to say to you. [Hannah kicks him]
Tom:
Ow!
Christie - Wife #6:
Tom, I just want you to know that if you need anything, money, advice, help with girl problems, you can always come to me. I'd like you to think of me as a real mother.
Tom:
Alright, sure [Tom's dad comes over]
Christie - Wife #6:
Oh, here he is!
Thomas Bailey Sr.:
She's just as drunk as the night we met. [Tom starts to take a drink from his whiskey but Christie snatches it away and drinks it herself]
Tom:
Oh got right on ahead.
Thomas Bailey Sr.:
[Slaps Tom] You're a bad influence on her!
Tom:
Wha-? Me? [Thomas Sr. and Christie walk off]
Hannah:
He knows that he can just date right?
Tom:
No, I don't think so. [They laugh]
Roberta Hertzel:
You already know how famously they get along as friends, but did you know that their sex life is positively white hot? The main reason both of my marriages failed was sexual. I'm an extremely sexual person, I can't help it, it just how I'm wired, you know, even when I was a little girl. I had my first orgasm when I was 6 in ballet class. Anyway, the point is that I have been always very easily aroused and very orgasmic, Jeannie and I have a lot in common that way. Clifford and Larry, they were nice guys, but they just could not keep up with me. Anyway, I don't want to betray Jeannie's confidence, but let me just assure you that whatever problems those two kids may run into along the way, they will always be able to count on what happens between the sheets to keep them together. More soup?
Warren Schmidt:
Eh... no, I think I'm fine now.
Queen Victoria:
I do want to help them, whatever you say. And not just the laboring poor, but the hungry and the homeless, and... There are people who are lost, and whose business is it to see to their welfare?
Lord Melbourne:
Well, in my experience, ma'am, it's best to let these things develop naturally. If you interfere, you risk overturning the cart.
Queen Victoria:
Well, Prince Albert doesn't agree. He's made a study of the working man's condition, he's full to the brim with ideas for their improvement.
Lord Melbourne:
Is he indeed? How inspiring.
