Chancellor Trample : Your majesty; If you allow me to wed Princess Lotta Lamour, I will donate my fortune to save the Kingdom.
Princess Lotta Lamour : No! I will never marry Chancellor Trample! He is a loathsome, festering carbuncle on the face of our Kingdom!
Chancellor Trample : [undeterred] What are you *really* saying?
Princess Lotta Lamour : Touch me, and you're *dust*, buster.
Baloo : I like that girl's spark!
Louie : The rest of her ain't bad, either, man.