Nicolas Cage: Iz you tired, Keedie my sweetie lumpz?

Keedie: Just a little, Nic my love...let me rest fur a few minutes and we can go try to find Cheech and the others.

Nic: Don't worry, darlinz. If you iz too tired I will carry youz. Hee hee!

Keedie: Oh Nic, you are so sweet! Tee hee!

Opie: (thinking)Dis ting haz gotz too menny holes in it, an I ain't gotz enuf fingers ta cover 'em.

Muffin, Boo and Cirrus:(thinking) This is the second time the Queen has hired us to play,

and we won't get paid for this job either.

 

Freya: That is such purty mewsick. I would luff to play with them.

Henry, ifyou got me a lute I could do that.

 

Henry: No way, Freya. Do you think I want to suffer

while you are trying to learn an instrument? Ha!!!

 

Freya: Meowmie Lois plays a recorder, Mr. Smartie. I should be able to play a lute.

 

Henry: I don't like that recorder either. But don't you dare tell Meowmie.

Lets go on to the next booth.

 

Freya: I wants to stay for one more piece - or I'll tell.

 

Henry: No, Freya--that recorder is giving me a headache...

 

Freya: Sniff sniff, sob!

 

Henry: Well, OK...but just one.