WILDE: Your Majesty is like a big jam doughnut with cream on the top.
PRINCE: I beg your pardon?
WILDE: Um...It was one of Whistler's.
WHISTLER: I never said that.
WILDE: You did, James, you did.
WHISTLER: Well, Your Highness, what I meant was that, like a doughnut, um, your arrival gives us pleasure...and your departure only makes us hungry for more. [The prince laughs and nods his head.] Your Highness, you are also like a stream of bat's piss.
PRINCE: What?
WHISTLER: It was one of Wilde's. One of Wilde's.
WILDE: It sodding was not! It was Shaw!
SHAW: I...I merely meant, Your Majesty, that you shine out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark.
PRINCE: Oh.
WILDE: Right. Your Majesty is like a dose of clap--
WHISTLER: --Before you arrive is pleasure, and after is a pain in the dong.
PRINCE: What??
WHISTLER AND WILDE: One of Shaw's, one of Shaw's.
SHAW: You bastards.