I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such rose is as bright as my cheeks;
And in no perfume is there more delight,
Than in the breath that from my kisser speaks;
But no such rose is as bright as my cheeks;
And in no perfume is there more delight,
Than in the breath that from my kisser speaks;
¿You see, Sancha? Just as I have told you, my fame is boundless! Look, even this poor, Nigerian businessman has given me $100 mil, just on account of my charm and wit!
Yes... Bring your finest automobile... Yes, I suppose a limousine will do... If it has a jacuzzi...
Ah, Sancha, I propose a toast. To me. And my new wealth. And to the golden age of obscene wealth in general, to a time when carefree, luxurious decadence was a way of life for us, the elite. Nigel, take us to the mall!
Sancha, feast your eyes upon this splendid array of garments. Turkish black angora, cashmere, astrakhan, pashmina, charmeuse, tulle, calico, foulard, organdy. I must have one of everything.
Look, they have even designed a tunic in my honour, with my breastplate embroidered in 24-karat. Even Cleopatra herself knew nothing of such delicacies. I will have one of these, too.
My autograph? Yes, it is flattering to have the opportunity to enrich the simple life of an impoverished peasant. For we are all created equal, so even the poor deserve to be occasionally touched by grace.
later that afternoon...
Such a fine day for an afternoon promenade. Ooooh, the paparazzi! They are everywhere.
Such a fine day for an afternoon promenade. Ooooh, the paparazzi! They are everywhere.
Oh, you're just jealous for the spotlight.
Au revoir... adieu, arrivederci!
...yes, may I ask who is calling? ...Debt collectors...? $100,000,000? Oh heavens!
My adoring fans? Oh, they'll feign any excuse for a chat. No, you're right. Tell them I am having my afternoon bath.
Ah, All in a day's work...
♫"That's So Quixote" ♫