"Why are you sending me to the guillotine? You think you're King Louis XVI? Vive la révolution. The monarchy is dead. Sorry that there's no budget to buy proper designer clothing to suit your fancy needs, your highness. Besides, I don't want to get nagged by someone who is already drinking wine before lunch. Don't try to deny it, I can smell it on your breath. How is your liver still okay? I'm sure your doctor has told you to cut back. You know you're not a spring chicken anymore, right?"
"Are you calling me old?"
"I can use the term aged if you prefer."
"The finest things in life, like wine, are aged. A spring chicken like you wouldn't understand the flavour."
"Rather than wine, I was going to say like cheese. Or mold."
"Kneel down."
"Ladies first."
"Respect your elders and do what I say. Today is the day I correct this personality and bad mouth of yours."
