We got company!

Then it ain't official.

Grant us a boon.

Dress up proper, like us.

Wait, uh, just us royal folks.

They sent us Twiggy, didn't they?

Put on your royal duds, like us.

Mister, are you going to give us our passport?

She's got to do our bidding and walk three paces behind us.

And if he makes us late, I'm gonna throw him to the beef eaters.

Now, you get busy and arrange for passports and buy airline tickets for all of us.

His Majesty didn't want us to wear no royal raiments till we got over to our castle.

When are you going to get it through your peasant head that you ain't got royal blood like us?

I was over at the bank when Mr. Drysdale got the word, so I went over to the studio and got us some Queen Elizabeth clothes.

Well, like he says, it wouldn't do for no oaf to be seen getting off the same plane with us royal folks.