REVEREND LORD EZEKIAL (spoken):
Oh...ah...I'm...I'm afraid I shall need your hand, please!

MONTY (spoken):
Yes, of course, my lord!
(sung):
Foolish to think I could let him fall
He's on the brink it seems
But why should I pause when I know the cause of Mother's shattered dreams?

REVEREND LORD EZEKIAL (spoken):
Help me, you presumptuous climber!

MONTY:
What can I do for the D'Ysquiths to repay their warm embrace?
What can I take from the D'Ysquiths...
Except, perhaps, their place?
But with eight other D'Ysquiths ahead of me
Their foolish pride survives

REVEREND LORD EZEKIAL (spoken):
I beg you!

MONTY:
What can I take from the D'Ysquiths?
Except, perhaps, except, perhaps--
REVEREND LORD EZEKIAL (spoken):
Please!

MONTY:
Except, perhaps, their lives?

Who will look foolish then?