TRANSCRIPT:

(Gasping and panting …)

IPOLA: Hemm …

ZONN: Huhh-hem! Yeah …

IPOLA: (after a deep breath)  So … is there anything to eat around here?  I’m starved.

ZONN: Ha-Haaaa!

ZONN: A feast!  A feast to welcome my queen!

IPOLA:  “Your” queen?

ZONN:   Oh … uh …

IPOLA: (smiling)  We’ll talk.