Servant: I have the chef and steward waiting outside to report their plans for the dinner.
King: Come in, gentlemen.
Steward: Your majesties
A list of the bare necessities
King: a list of the bare necessities for what?
Queen: For seventeen-hundred guests.
King: That seems a lot.
Oh. Don't have any Chicken King.
I hate to see that on a menu ... "Chicken King". Seems like a criticism of my courage!
Queen: A thousand baby lobster for the salad
Queen: And five-hundred pheasant for the pie
Queen: A thousand pounds of caviar ...
King: A thousand?!
King: That's more than the sturgeon can supply.
Chef: I told the steward to get us forty acres of lettuce and six-hundred suckling pigs for roasting.
King: But what about the marshmallows?
Queen: Who wants marshmallows?
King: I do.
King: For toasting.
Steward: Now would it please your majesties I have a list of wines.
The best of all the vintages from every nation's vines.
King: I want the wine of my country.
Queen: Hush, my dear.
King: I want the wine of my country, I want the wine of my country, I want the wine of my country! The wine of my country is beer.
Also, because I think laughing at oneself frequently is the best way to insure a healthy opinion of oneself ... I'm sharing this lip-syncing video my sisters and I did for our (quite single) Valentine's Day. Go ahead and laugh ... it was meant to be funny and the song is just terribly wonderful for letting off steam. :D
Well. Now I suppose you know how I got The Windy Side of Care ... I always do favor the whirligig varieties of things!