:Would you like to dance?
Alexandra turns her back on him.
: Would you like to dance?
: No. No. Go away. You can't dance with us. Go away.
: May I have this dance?
She hurls the prince across the room.
Then she looks up.
:Superman? (She thrusts Superman at me and batts her eyes.) Talk to me, Superman. Talk to me. (She sways to music only she and the little princesses clutched in her fists can hear.) Dance?
Okie dokie. No normal guy. No prince. The girl has standards. She wants Superman.
I can live with that.