The Frog.
[Waving his hand so as to splash the Chancellor while speaking.] Now, my dear fellow, while I hate to throw cold water on your scheme, yet I will not stand for such measures! Reptile as technically I am, there are human toads I simply won’t associate with!
The Chancellor.
Oh, very well! [He closes his huge volume with a bang.] And suppose the old gossip comes uninvited to the feast, what then?
The Frog.
Tell her to meet me beside the fountain by moonlight, and I’ll hold her hand and give her the worst cold in her head she ever had, so that she won’t be able to put two and two words together! Is it for nothing I am Sir Amphibious Batrachian, etcetera, etcetera? [He slaps his chest.]
The Queen.
You dear! Oh, what a birthday! I’m so happy I could dance!
The King.