Mr. President: ...
Queen: Speak up!
Mr. President: ... (In parentheses, everything I'm saying is nonsense, not actual words.)
Queen: Marco Lindsey, where are you and mom? Dad wants to see his woman.
Mr. President: Pretty lady, you've got it wrong, I'm really still on the island. How could I possibly take Mom away and not reunite with you all? I really miss my handsome dad whom I've never met, and my adorable little sister... and my loving and distinguished grandpa, and—
Queen: Enough. It's really not you?
Mr. President: Could it be fake?
Queen: If you dare to deceive me, I curse you that you'll never find a wife.
Mr. President: Well, the wife can come find me.
Queen: ... So tell me, who took mom away?
Mr. President: Maybe it's... mom's old flame. As far as I know, she had quite a few admirers when she was young, and they were all rather skilled, like Uncle Night...
Queen: You're making stuff up.
Mr. President: Speaking sincerely.
