Armando: [about asking Marlena to be his sweetheart] I even wrote her a song. Would you like me to sing it?
Flo: [Excitedly] Yes! Yes, yes, yes!
[Attempts to be calm]
Flo: Yes.
Armando: [Clears throat, sings off-key] For years now, I've admired you from afar.
[Normally]
Armando: Oh, my singing's terrible, isn't it?
Flo: Uh-huh.
Princess Elena: Shh!
Armando: Oh, and Marlena's such a good singer... there's no way she'll ever be my sweetheart.
Flo: Probably not.