Eugene:
My guts have been troubling me of late.
Montholon:
Perhaps Your Royal Highness would not suffer such pains if he did not sit around on his fat arse all day, stuffing his face like a pig.
Eugene:
[through a mouthful of sweets]
I wish to consult a doctor.
Montholon:
Do you indeed?
Eugene:
An Italian doctor. No, German! The best there is!
Montholon:
You'll have your doctor when you've done your duty, not before.
[Eugene reaches for another sweet]
Montholon:
[shouts]
And stop stuffing your damn face!
[Eugene stands up abruptly, gasping, and keels over]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:26