Bless her heart, she doesn't have the fashion sense God gave a billygoat.

I'd love to live in our castle. First I'd change my name from Dickie to Richard. That's my real name and it's a good king name. I don't like being called Dickie anyway, and I don't want to be Dick Junior either because everybody starts calling you Junior. What I'd like to be called is Rich but I don't know how to start people doing it.

Cactuſſes, or rather Cacti—for all the grand people called them ſo—he muſt have plenty of them.

By Heaven, square eaters. More meat, I say.