"But where in New York can one find a woman with grace, elegance, taste and culture? A woman suitable for a king."
"I am Akeem."
"It's nice to meet you, Akeem."
"I have recently been placed in charge of garbage. Do you have any that requires disposal?"
"No. It's totally empty."
"When it fills up, call me. I will take it out most urgently."
"That's good to know."
"When you think of garbage, think of Akeem."
"Hey, I started out mopping the floor just like you guys. But now... now I'm washing lettuce. Soon I'll be on fries; then the grill. And pretty soon, I'll make assistant manager, and that's when the big bucks start rolling in."
"You actually want to send this?"
"Why? What is wrong? Read it to me."
"To His Majesty, King Jaffe Joffer, The Royal Palace, Zamunda. Sire, Akeem and I have depleted our funds. Kindly send $300,000 American dollars immediately, as we are in dire straits. Your humble servant, Semmi."
"Should I make it $400,000?"
"You think that'd be enough?"
"You are right. $500,000."
"As long as you're asking, why not go for a cool million?"
"You do not think that would be too much?"
"But when I marry, I want the woman to love me for who I am, not because of what I am."
"And who are you?"
"I am a man who has never tied his own shoes."
"Wrong. You are a PRINCE who has never tied his own shoes. I tied my own shoes once. It is an overrated experience."
"And when I say the boy has his own money, I mean THE BOY HAS HIS OWN MONEY."
"Semmi, you have disgraced yourself, and you must be punished. Confine yourself to our royal suite at the Waldorf-Astoria. And see that he puts on some decent attire. And I want you to bathe him thoroughly."
"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty."