Philip: I can't believe she wore that dress.
Geoffrey: Would you like a Swedish meatball, sir?
Philip: Don't mind if I do.
Geoffrey: Ah-ah. Only one, sir. The rest are for Master William and his friends, poolside.
Philip: What? I can't believe that he would deliberately disobey me!
Geoffrey: I wouldn't call it disobedience, sir. It's more like outright defiance.
Philip: That's it! [exits]
Geoffrey: [to himself] Dance, puppets, dance!