Julia: Well, maybe I could help you to save the world.
Sir Effingham: Yes, very good. Oh, you’re serious? No, no, you see, I’m afraid that would be far too difficult for someone like you to handle.
Julia: You know I have saved the world before. I was an actual goddess.
Sir Effingham: And yet you are still quite fetching, albeit unmarried. Look, the nature of the quest that I must deliver, well, it requires a certain kind of hero.
Julia: And what kind of hero would that be?
Sir Effingham: Well, that is to say, to use the common tongue, a hero with a pork loin.
Julia: So, the apocalypse is happening and whatever and this little piggy comes all this way, but you won’t accept my help because I’m a woman.
Sir Effingham: Quite right. Well, I have a long journey ahead of me. This has been a dreadful setback, but I’m sure that a hero will rise, and he will save us.