Until you come and get him, we're not to enter the room. Why? Oh, I am afraid our life must seem very dull and quiet compared to yours. We are but eight score young blondes and brunettes, all between sixteen and nineteen and a half, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us! Oh, it is a lonely life -- bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear.... We are just not used to handsome knights. Nay, nay, come, come, you may lie here. Oh, but you are wounded! Run away! Run away! [roar] Uh, well, no, you see... Prepare a bed for our guest. I'm warning you! What does it say? What? Where?