[INT. LIECHTENSTEIN ROYAL PALACE - THRONE ROOM - DAY]
(Frank and Estelle Costanza sit uncomfortably on their thrones, shifting awkwardly. Around them, a collection of stiff, humourless courtiers stand in a semi-circle. Their smiles are polite, but their eyes radiate quiet resentment.)
COURTIER #1: (smiling too hard) Your majesties, we are... so delighted to have you here. Truly. A historic day for our great nation.
FRANK: (suspicious) You don’t sound delighted.
COURTIER #2: (feigning cheer) Oh, but we are! Absolutely. We have waited so long for a monarchy such as yours.
ESTELLE: (frowning) What’s that supposed to mean?
COURTIER #3: (chuckling dryly) Oh, nothing! Just... we have always dreamt of having rulers with such... unique qualities.
FRANK: (leaning forward) Unique how?!
COURTIER #1: (pleasantly) Oh, you know. Loud. Unpredictable.
ESTELLE: (defensive) You saying we’re unstable?!
COURTIER #2: (quickly) Oh no, no, no! Of course not! That would be treason. And we are so loyal.
FRANK: (to Estelle) I don’t like this guy.
ESTELLE: I don’t like any of them!
(The courtiers continue to smile, watching as Frank and Estelle grow increasingly agitated. George, standing to the side, takes it all in and sighs.)
(Suddenly, a royal advisor steps forward with a heavy tome, clearing his throat.)
ADVISOR: As is custom, your majesties, you will be expected to partake in the ceremonial Crestfalling of the Swans at dawn.
FRANK: The WHAT?!
COURTIER #3: A beloved tradition. The swans... they must be scolded.
ESTELLE: SCOLDED?!
ADVISOR: Yes. Very sternly. It is a sign of royal authority.
FRANK: (losing it) YOU’RE TELLING ME I GOTTA SIT HERE AND YELL AT A BUNCH OF DAMN SWANS AT THE CRACK OF DAWN?!
COURTIER #1: (smiling maliciously) That is the custom.
(George, from the sidelines, watches this unfold and nods to himself.)
GEORGE: Yeah. Yeah, of course this is happening.
