Ralph Jones: There's no problem that can't be ignored if we really put our minds to it.
Sir Cedric Willingham: How's it going, Your Majesty?
Ralph Jones: Great. We've got nothing in common and she's got a voice like a tuba. If she had her way, we'd have sex on a bed of nails on national television. But at least the party stinks.
Ralph Jones: Damn, I knew I was getting hosed over here.