KING LARD: BOY, BRING ME MY GRAPES. I NEED THEM BOY. I'LL FUCKING DIE IF THOSE SUCCULENT GRAPES ARE NOT BEING CRUNCHED BY MY OPPULENT TEETH WITHIN THE HOUR.

ANTE: Sir, you have the wrong person. This is Ante.

KING LARD: I NEED THOSE GRAPES! THE BOY MUST BRING THEM TO ME!

ANTE: Then please let someone who can help you with that know. I am busy.

KING LARD: IF I DIE FROM NOT HAVING GRAPES, THE BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS BLUE BOY.

ANTE: Somehow I think I'll still sleep at night.