Juzno: Mi Lady, I beseech thee. May thy humble servant take a photo of thee?
Marybeth: Oh, sire. I am no lady but a servant like thineself. By the way, what is a photo?
Juzno: Dear lady, can thou not hearest the wind blow? Or did thou knowest? Thy stairway lies on the whispering wind.
Marybeth: Ah, I see that thou art a sage as well.
Juzno: Dear lady, has thou not hearest of Led Zeppelin?