LORD S.— Pardon them. They could not help it. The ancient traditions surrounding railway officials were too much for them, and they married us.
QUEEN— The traditions of our tribe must be imperative. They who marry mortals must die. There is no going back on the statutes.
COUNSELOR— Hold! I haven't been helping the public to obey the law all these years for nothing. Let me give your statute a whirl. (Looks it over.) Easy enough. Make it read that every fairy who marries outside the Alton Road shall die.
QUEEN— Good idea. (Does it.) And now where's Willis?
WILLIS—Tickets, please.