Merlin: Are you having a good time, my dear?

Annie R.: Well, yes except for this one cat who keeps insisting SHE'S the only real royalty in the crowd.

Ashley: You mean the one who looks like a produce aisle run amok?

Nick: Right - she also keeps muttering about not being able to find a decent lei anywhere. Whadda fruitcake!

Queen Bitsy: Humph...this party is a typical Madame Alto affair - cats of unknown heritage, half of whom claim to be royalty, food hidden in some obscure corner and not a lei in sight! Sam, didn't I tell you to bring an extra tray of horse de overs so that I wouldn't STARVE to death?

Sam: Yeah yur Majestee, but I dropped dem when I changed into my zoot suit. Den dey was fallen and I culdn't pick dem up.

Freya: Excuze me, but I is wosted. Where'z da woodz? I gotz to take dis woad of doodies to Opie's Mousemello Roast.

Bitsy: Yoohoo! Freya! I'll be happy to take the goodies off your paws!

Sam: (Offa Freya's paws into Bitsy's stomak, if I knows her Majestee!)

Fluffer: Ooo, Hopers, better get out of sight. Bitsy's gonna think we are the refreshments!

Hopers: You're not kidding. Bitsy loves seafood. She sees food, she eats it.

Shyraven: Oh mew hoo hoo! I no wanna be a lacey angel. I want my Gus.

Spotty: Speak of the Devil - Anny's not here either. Why don't we get together and play some bottlecap hockey or something?