Timon & Pumbaa1995

Pumbaa:
Uh, Timon, You might want to stand back. I'm feeling a... great big belch coming on.

Timon:
Dear Pumbaa. We're about to meet the Empress of Etiquettica. For cryin' out loud, hold it in.

Assistant:
The Empress will see you now.

Timon:
Your highnessness... ness.

Assistant:
Well? You can't greet the Empress without saying something. [Pumbaa shakes his head as he sweats] But you must... or it will be an aweful breach of etiquette. [Pumbaa turns green, he's trying his hardest to hold it. Then blue, purple and... ]

Pumbaa:
BURP!

Timon:
Uh... in our coutry, it is a custom to greet this way. Rude not tude, in fact.

Assistant:
Then why didn't you do it?

Timon:
[gestures "why not?"] BURP!

Empress:
Such strange customs. BURP!

Timon:
Thanks, you're too kind.