You're like the AT&T of people!
Boy, instruct this "new money" harlot that I don't speak to its kind unless I've someone whom I'm hoping to impress with my ability to train common street trash to sit up and use its opposable thumbs.
How dare you, Ollie! I swore to my brother on his deathbed that I would raise you to be a man and this is how I am repaid?
You bring this beast before me, wishing to cross your fine Pompey genes with this venereal error? Why don't you breed with a horse, boy? At least the mistakes from that union could be used for glue.
It's all fine and well to bed with a woman, if you must. Even the ancinet Greeks understood the total imperfection of the female vessel had a use. And if that's the case, all you had to do was ask. I've a few bold inkwells even I dip my quill in now and again, and I've always said all I haid all I have is yours as well.
But no! Instead you troll the sewers for this common gutterslut, stinking of lower class sex and common labor and bring her before me? For approval?
Approval for what? Dear child, I could not approve of even using her rotted brains as fertilizer for fear of the stupidity that would be poisoned into the flowers and grass! No, I do not approve of this trollop!
"Minority leader, and septuagenarian ninja turtle, Mitch Mc Connell