Thomas a Becket:
Tonight you can do me the honor of christening my forks.
King Henry II:
Forks?
Thomas a Becket:
Yes, from Florence. New little invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. It saves you dirtying your fingers.
King Henry II:
But then you dirty the fork.
Thomas a Becket:
Yes, but it's washable.
King Henry II:
So are your fingers. I don't see the point.
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