Gracie: I'll be the princess and you be the queen.
Tim: You want me to be the queen? OK... but if I take you to the hardware store, this never happened, OK?
Gracie: Here's your crown.
Tim: My crown, huh? [female British accent] All right, Princess Gracie, we'll have ourselves a spot of tea. It's very hot. Now, don't burn yourself. After our tea, maybe we'll take the Corgis out for a walk and a wee-wee. Now, Princess Gracie, is there something you'd like to eat with your tea?
Gracie: A cookie.
Tim: You want a cookie? We only have muffins. Hold on a minute. Squire, the good princess wants a cookie! Now, what would Her Royal Figidness like to have?
Randy: How about a lobotomy?
Tim: Well, look who's here. It's the village idiot. Off with his head! Now go! Run! Get his head! Go! Go! Run!