David Prowse said:
OO-AAR! 'Ello Princess! Don't talk bollocks! You weren't on any mercy mission, Oo-ar oo-ar!
Henry Higgins said:
David, you are to stay here for the next six months learning to speak beautifully, like a lady in a florist's shop. If you work hard and do as you're told, you shall sleep in a proper bedroom, have lots to eat, and money to buy chocolates and go for rides in taxis. But if you are naughty and idle, you shall sleep in the back kitchen amongst the black beetles, and be wolloped by Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick. At the end of six months you will be taken to Buckingham Palace, in a carriage, beautifully dressed. If the king finds out you are not a dark lord of the sith, you will be taken to the Tower of London, where your head will be cut off as a warning to other presumptuous lanky dudes! But if you are not found out, you shall have a present... of, ah... seven and six to start life with as a dark lord. If you refuse this offer, you will be the most ungrateful, wicked dude, and the angels will weep for you.
Blimey!