Tacoba: CHECK IN THE CELLAR. HE WON'T GO UPSTAIRS INTO THE LIGHT, WHERE HE CAN'T HIDE.
Rattle
Tacoba: WHERE ARE YOU, THIEF!? THOUGHT YOU WERE SO SMART, TRYING TO TRICK ME, HUH? WELL, I HAVE THE LAST LAUGH. THANKS FOR BRINGING ME THE PRINCESS, FOR FREE. SHE'LL FETCH A NICE PRICE.
Tacoba: LOTS OF PEOPLE WOULD ENJOY HAVING THEIR OWN PRINCESS.
Simon: NICE PRICE, HUH? I'M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT A PAYMENT. HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK THIS TRINKET IS WORTH?
Tacoba: DON'T TOUCH MY ART! I'M SORRY, LET US WORK THINGS OUT CIVILLY. HOW MUCH WERE YOU THINKING?
Simon: SEE, TIFFANI? HE WASN'T GOING TO PROTECT YOU.
Tiffani: YOU WERE GOING TO SELL ME?!
Tacoba: TIFFANI, I CAN EXPLAIN! THE THIEF, HE... I'M YOUR UNCLE, I WOULDN'T... OTHER NOBLES ARE MUCH WORSE THAN ME.
Tiffani: YOU'RE NOT REALLY MY UNCLE, JUST MY FATHER'S COUSIN. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE, SIMON.
Tacoba: GUARD, DON'T LET HER ESCAPE! JEEVES, WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DID YOU LET HER COME HERE? YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! GET THE GARDENER.
