"You don't know what being through hell feels like. If you think it's anywhere near as bad as what you've been through today, then for your sake, I hope you never progress past this realm. You're just a lapdog for that witch. You're pathetic, you know that? When I hand her over to Galind, I hope she dies a particularly painful death. She deserves it after all of this. Don't make this weird. You just seemed really troubled and I thought having someone next to you might help. I never said that. You're assuming again. And stop looking at me with those eyes. Full of lies and tricks, that one. You dwell not to listen to her lead. I can never know what is never told to me. A broken heart can drive even the soundest of minds into madness. I know this all too well. Thank you for your hard work today. The prince is still as handsome as ever, isn't he? Master Speaker! This is terrible! Lady Diana's school friend, Chris, is... Four! You know, I went to play golf to try and shoot my age. But I shot my weight instead. Four! You know, golf is a game where you yell four, shoot six, and write down five."