Tacoba: Tell me, thief. What will you offer to gain my mercy?
Simon: You hear what happened last night?
Tacoba: About the king? What do you know? Tell me!
Simon: I will... for a price.
Tacoba: Why should I pay you for information that will be public soon enough?
Simon: Because I have something that's better than information. Someone better.
Tacoba: Who?
Simon: The princes was an eyewitness and suspect. I'm sure you could find a way to leverage that.
Tacoba: The princess?! You present to be my son, kiss the princess, and suddenly she's conspiring with you? I don't buy it.
Tacoba: Wait!
Tiffani: Uncle Randal, it's me.
Tacoba: Hello, my dear princess Tiffani.
(You overplayed your cards, thief.)
Simon: I could take her elsewhere...
