Hou fu ma

Emperor:
It is my family's fate: the princess must marry the monkey.

Princess:
And even though Uncle Monkey can't speak, he is still a great comfort to us both though, isn't he?

Young Prince:
Mom, you're right. A lot of times Uncle Monkey has covered me in a blanket.

King Chi:
Princess, am I the father of this boy, or is the monkey?

Princess:
What do you think?

King Chi:
That isn't fruit juice, son. That's wine. Drink that and you'll get drunk.

Young Prince:
Wine? Really? And what if my monkeys drink it?

[last lines]

Young Prince:
[to the drunken monkeys] Remember the next time that when you see, hear and speak no evil, you also keep clear of the wine.