King Jaffe Joffer: So, what is it, my son?
Prince Akeem: Well, father, first of all it is things like this.
King Jaffe Joffer: Like what?
Prince Akeem: The rose petals.
Queen Aoleon: What is the matter, dear? You are the son of a king, why should you not walk on the petals of roses?
Prince Akeem: Ah, but mother, if there were no rose petals I would still be the son of a king.
King Jaffe Joffer: Then it is settled.
[announcing to the rest of the room]
King Jaffe Joffer: From this day forth, anyone who throws roses at my son's feet will answer to me.
[the female rose bearers nervously back out of
the room]