It's those darn brakes.

I prescribed a sedative, but she doesn't… Where's my wife? Look at me. And a car all your own. Oh, yes, yes, yes. It's meant to be. As you will, Princess. I won't have you do that. Oh, but why? I'm through, fed up. Hardly a name for a future empress. What's the idea of the ballyhoo rig? You're a cheap politician. Ira, I want you to meet Hoosers. I see.