Mark: What’s he so upset about, the genie made him a prince, therefore he is a “real” prince.
Ginger: Well, yeah, but he doesn’t have a country.
M: He’d better or he’s not a real prince.
G: Maybe it’s a small country… inhabited only by naked mole rats.
M: Oh, and a tire!
[pause as we look silently at each other for a moment]