[Donkey has been telling Fiona about DuLoc]

And my groom-to-be, Lord Farquaad. What's he like?

Well, let me put it this way, Princess. [knowing glance at Donkey] Men of Farquaad's standards are in "short" supply. [chuckles]

No, Shrek. There are those who think very "little" of him!

[Shrek and Donkey laugh]

Stop it. Stop it, both of you! You know, you're just jealous that you could never measure up to a great ruler like Lord Farquaad.

[grins]

Maybe. But I'll let you do the "measuring" when you see him tomorrow!

[suddenly anxious]

Tomorrow? Will it really take that long? Shouldn't we set up camp?

No, that'll take longer.

But there's... robbers in the woods!

[tense]

Whoa, time out, Shrek! Campin' sure is startin' to sound like a good idea 'round here!

Hey, come on! I'm scarier than anything we're gonna see in this forest--

[furious]

I need to find somewhere to camp NOW!!!