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the unfortunate people of our country?

Of course they could and they will.

Why else would I let them meet you?

That makes it OK by me.

Oh, Your Majesty...

How American...

Uncle Saul...

Do you think I can go to Notre Dame some day?

Perhaps.

Do you think they would let me play

on their football team?

That's what I'd like to do

better than anything else in the world.

My dear, Christopher...

I suppose you are also ambitious

to drive a fire engine...

Or perhaps to be a cowboy.

Your Majesty truly has great feeling

for the common people.

God must have loved the common people

because he made so many of them.

Interesting,

but unsettling doctrine.

It's not my doctrine.

Its Abraham Lincoln's.

And you would like to take this doctrine

of Mr. Lincoln's back to Orlandia?

I would.

Indeed I would.

I admire you for those sentiments, Christopher.

More than that, I love you for them.

These are the people you mean?

You said it, big boy.

Your Majesty...

I mean,

you expressed the idea to perfection.

But how can I get to know them?

Bodyguards, tutors, secretaries.

Your father got to know people

by going among them, as one of them.

How would you like to do that,

this afternoon, with Ronetz?

Your Majesty.

You sent for me, Your Highness?

Yes, Ronetz.

Hurry now, dear boy.

Thank you, Uncle Saul.

Strange people don't seem to understand

how fond I am of children.

This afternoon you will take His Majesty

out of the hotel by the service entrance.

Without the bodyguard?

Our good people of Orlandia

are not ready to rule themselves.

And Christopher, I'm afraid,

will have them try.

Oh, he's all heart, that boy.

Like his father, Ronetz.

And now it would sadden me beyond measure

if Christopher were to meet with an accident.

But I must put aside my own feelings.

History will applaud your courage, sir.

The details, Ronetz...

I may leave them to you?

Oh, yes.

Certainly, sir.

It'll all be over, quietly, without pain

and it will be blamed on our political opponents.

The King is dead.

Long live the King.

Now put these in the china closet

and please be careful.

That'll be fine.

Now, Oliver, I want you to go right out

and do the marketing for my dinner party tonight.

I'm late for my canteen meeting

or I'd do it myself.

Now, here is the list. You can take

the shortcut, through Rexford Park.

And don't forget the caviar.

I usually keep a large supply on hand

but that would be hoarding.

I don't believe in hoarding.

Do you, Oliver?

Neither does Stanley, does he?

And, Oliver, I want you to get me the biggest,

finest sirloin steak you can find.

Here are the ration points.

I've been hoarding.

I mean...

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