Manolo says, nothing says, “I am in the lineage of Arthur, Henry, Edward, and George” as much as snorting vodka through your nose with your mates.
Unless, of the course, you recall Henry IV, Part One…
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes;
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o’er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I’ll so offend, to make offence a skill;
Redeeming time when men think least I will.
Although this supposes that young Harry Wales is not simply the randy-boozy, frat-boy jackass he appears to be.