- It looks awful.
- That's because it's on you, dear.
Now, father, you're living in the past. This is the 14th century!
What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?
- They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
- Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
A forest of thorns shall be his tomb! Borne through the skies on a fog of doom! Now go with the curse, and serve me well! 'Round Stefan's castle, CAST MY SPELL!