Gertrude: If you're not going to order, I'll have to ask you to leave this establishment.
Martin: Gert! You working here?
Gertrude: At Daphne's insistence. The blood is pooling in my feet, but at least I'm contributing to the palace's upkeep. Say, maybe I could sell some of that blood, and give my daughter her cut. Is that a good idea, Daphne? Should I sell my blood for you?
Daphne: No, Mum, you can keep your blood.
Gertrude: Did you hear that everyone? My daughter's letting me keep my blood!