- How could he just walk in off the street?
- Maybe he...climbed.
Over a wall, like a cat.
Hm, like a curious, curious cat who wanted to see his Queen.
Heh, it sounds like a nursery rhyme.
- This is serious.
What if he had had a knife?
What if he had, had stabbed us in our sleep?
What, what if he had hurt Vicky?
- He was just a little boy, Albert.
Even I could have overpowered him in my condition.
- The way that this palace is run, it's chaos!
Cobwebs in every corner, the drains are like an Augean stable, and it's porous.
- Well, if it bothers you so much, then stop complaining and do something about it.
- You are giving me permission to reform the way the palace is run?
- Well, if it will stop you ruining my breakfast, then yes.
Let your Papa show you how efficient he is.