Faerie Tale Theatre1982

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] 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] Lucky wench.

King Boris:
[King Boris and Queen Natasha come out to greet them] Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome. "What ho!" [King Murray looks confused] 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] 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] All right [bats his father's arms away] 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] Well, where is she? Hm?