Sour belly, chitlins, marinated mud cat, and devil hawk egg.

Robin Hood was born of the purple, lived in a castle just like me.

Cupid, you know, that little cat that flies around making people fall in love.

Us and the folks that lives in that castle over the ridge is gonna fight the War of the Roses.

I don't know what the big cat's got going, but the chick and the chimp are having a banana turn-up.

I know how much you and Mr. Jenkins and these folks enjoy living in the castle, so here's a little something for you.

Because of the death of your distant cousin, the late Marcus.

Of course!

Oh, the shame of it!

Just the two of us?

Plenty of what?

The home of my noble ancestors.

Robbed of his birthright.

Of course I got feelings.

Home of Lord Lily Liver.

There's plenty of granny's vittles in the basket.

There goes the last shred of my birthright.

Speaking of the zoo, you seen anything of a two-legged giant gizzard around here?

What kind of music you play?

This here is trappings of royalty.