Scampi: Ever since you broke your right hand, you’ve been acting different.

Peter: What are you talking about?

Scampi: You wish to be elected king.

Peter: I stopped listening to you three weeks ago.

Scampi: Yes.  When you broke your hand.  And now you want to become king of anodyne.  It’s all clingfilm and beige suits from here on in.

Peter:  To think I admired you!  Well, now I despise you!

Scampi: I told you this would happen.