Queeny: Why (??) he vanished? Simply vanished...
Percy: Like an old oak table...
Queeny: *Vanished*, Lord Percy -- not *varnished*.
Percy: Forgive me, My Lady, but my Uncle Bertram's old oak table completely
vanished. 'Twas on the night of the great Stepney fire. And on that
same terrible night, his house and all his other things completely
vanished too. So did he, in fact. It was a most perplexing mystery.
Queen: Lord Percy?
Percy: Yes?
Queen: It's up to you: either you can shut up, or you can have your head cut off.
Percy: (squints, thinks very long and hard about it) I'll shut up.