“What wouldn’t I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants and who runs through women; but what I have is a son who shows no interest in them. Oh, you thought I didn’t know? I’ve been keeping pictures of our family out of the free press for years… what you do at night with your boys after your show of skirt-chasing is a disgrace. If you were my second son, I wouldn’t care, but for a king it’s not possible… We give up what we want when we want power; believe me. Now, you want to show me you have the heart to be king, show me you can control it. Wrestle it to the ground. Numb it with ice. But you cannot be what God made you, not if you mean to take my place… Celebrate, Jack, it’s what you’re good at.”