Irma:
Martin, where's Will?!
Martin:
[singing and playing the lute] Alas, the maid you seek, my dear, has ne'er this morn appeared.
[Irma puts her hand over Martin's mouth]
Irma:
Ughh, one more note, you eat the lute.
Principal Knickerbocker:
Where's the rest of the committee? The carnival starts in three hours.
Elyon:
I got the balloons!
Principal Knickerbocker:
Balloons are not medieval decorations!
Elyon:
There's really old air inside them.
Irma:
Uh, well uh, we do have a medieval minstrel!
Martin:
Giveth me a minute, milady! Got to tuneth me lute.
