advertisement Jean-Bob: I don't like my options. Odette: Everybody out! Jean-Bob: I still don't like my options. Jean-Bob: Oh, sure, let the frog drive. Frogs are known for their wagon driving. Rogers: How could she leave me? We were in love. Wait, maybe I misunderstood her letter. Yes, that's it. [Reads letter.] Rogers: "Dear pumpkin. I hate you. Zelda." Rogers: I beg you, apologize to Odette. You know you're going to have to sooner or later. Derek: Why do I always have to be the one to apologize? Rogers: Because that's what we husbands do. We hunt, we fish, we watch sporting events and we apologize. Rogers: You know she's right. She's always right. Uberta: Rogers, this is your queen speaking. You will regain consciousness this instant, and remain conscious until I win the talent show. [Rogers doesn't move] Uberta: Very well. I have no other choice but to take you to my castle and deal with you in a manner to which you are according. Rogers: Oh, my muffin played the accordion. [sobs] Uberta: Your muffin's history, chump! Zelda: You are so brave. So handsome, too. Even the nose. Long, like jumbo frankfurter.