It's so hoity toity.

Miss Hoity Toity!

That's Tails. Very hoity-toity.

That's Tails. Very hoity-toity.

Hoity-toity, describing me like a ape.

Matron, you're real hoity-toity. Who is this bum? Good.

Mabel give the tramp the eye. That's right. Matron, you're real hoity-toity.

That's Tails. Very hoity-toity. I've yet to be asked to perform there.

Evidently, somebody's got a grudge against high-class, hoity-toity restaurants.

So what kind of a hoity-toity place did it end up being?