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.