Character: Friar Tuck

- Hold this, father.
- Rabbi!
It doesn't matter.
Thank you, your Majesty! Here's your knife.
- Sword!
It doesn't matter.

- What is circumcision?
Oh, women be crazy...
- Then take a couple!

- Curse on your head! - suddenly exclaimed the singer, by accommodating these words to his horse. How dare you not to be silent in admiration and delight, tasteless, you animal, when my mouth poured a stream of harmonious sounds? Instead of having to put the ears back and listen to me with due seriousness, do you believe the head to the right and left and join my voice your, fake, and tuneless! Yes, but you're a female, and therefore, by nature stubborn, feisty, love to tease and contradict him. If I want you to go in one direction, you will go to another, you always do what should not do, and never do what you should do. You know I love you, hussy, and, since you're sure you want to change the owner. You, like all women, capricious, fickle, capricious and Flirty.