George of the Jungle1997

Mrs. Stanhope:
Well, we haven't been friends for very long, George, but I already think I know something about you.

George:
Oh?

Mrs. Stanhope:
You are in love with my daughter.

George:
Oh, Mrs. Ursula not so dumb.

Mrs. Stanhope:
[Chuckles] Charming. My concern, however, is that Ursula seems to reciprocate your feelings, and that does present a problem to me. You see, you and Ursula together would be unbefitting her social stature. You see? Let me put it in a way you might understand. Where you come from, zebras marry zebras and leopards marry leopards. Stripes with stripes, spots with spots. Well, Ursula is a stripe, and you are a spot, one which I intend to have removed as soon as possible.

George:
So you no want Ursula to love George?

Mrs. Stanhope:
I would rather have my tongue nailed to this table every morning at breakfast.

George:
That hurt.

Mrs. Stanhope:
Not as much as you will if you do anything to screw up my daughter's marriage to Lyle Van de Groot. When Lyle returns, this wedding will proceed as planned. If you do anything to upset that, I will remove your reason for wearing a loin cloth.

Waiter:
Steak tartare, Mrs. Stanhope?

Mrs. Stanhope:
No, thank you. I've had quite enough protein for today. [Walks away from a depressed George] Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Jungle.