The Good Fairy: [Henbane has just created yet another obstacle for the prince to get through before reaching the sleeping princess] You know, Henbane, for a Good Fairy, you're really not very nice.
Henbane: Takes all kinds.
Sleeping Beauty: ["My son, the Prince" has arrived to meet his future bride, Sleeping Beauty, who is preparing in her room] Oh, I do hope the Prince likes me for father's sake; it seems so important to him.
[Trumpets sound, she goes to the window to see the Prince's arrival]
Sleeping Beauty: He does seem well-formed.
"My son, the Prince": [the peasants welcome the Prince, throwing petals and confetti] Oh! Oh! Get off, maggots! They're such filthy little pests! My, my, my word!
[He kicks the crutch from under a peasant's arm]
King Murray: Are you all right? He apologizes, he apologizes. Mind your manners!
"My son, the Prince": I can't allow the rabble such familiarity. Where will it end?
King Murray: We're trying to make a good impression!
"My son, the Prince": What, upon this beastly lot of peasants? Don't be absurd.
King Murray: [Sees Sleeping Beauty at the window] Ah, she's watching!
"My son, the Prince": Oh. Yes. Well, she should, for I have come to let her bask in the reflected glory of my royal self.
[Bows with a flourish]
"My son, the Prince": Lucky wench.
King Boris: [King Boris and Queen Natasha come out to greet them] Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome. "What ho!"
[King Murray looks confused]
King Boris: You know, "what ho!"
"My son, the Prince": [laughs] "What ho"? Did you say, "what ho"? Oh, *stop*, what a frightfully old fashioned kingdom!
King Murray: Oh, all right, all right, I'll do it: "What ho!" May I present my son, the Prince?
[to the Prince]
King Murray: Say hello...
"My son, the Prince": Hello.
King Boris: Welcome to my kingdom.
"My son, the Prince": Ha! "Kingdom" indeed!
Sleeping Beauty: [to her maids] He may be quite brave...
"My son, the Prince": [sees a small dog] Aaah! What's that? Aah! Go away! Back, back, back, back, back!
[Jumps into his father's arms and whimpers, then realizes what he's doing]
"My son, the Prince": All right
[bats his father's arms away]
"My son, the Prince": don't just stand there, let's get on with it, show me this princess.
[the two kings and the queen point to Sleeping Beauty's window, which is now empty]
"My son, the Prince": Well, where is she? Hm?