Will: [sings] I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy. [talks in a Jamaican accent] Geoffrey, mon! Do the limbo with me.
Geoffrey: This is precisely what cannot happen when Lord Fowler arrives.
Will: Yo, G. What's my name? The Prince, right? I know how to deal with royalty. Don't worry. I'll be at the peak of Schweppervescence. Check it out. You be the English dude.
Geoffrey: Very well. Pleased to meet you, William.
Will: And I am honored to meet you, Lord Fowler.
[As Geoffrey shakes Will's hand, he is shocked by a buzzer]