Jarvis. By the way, your—er—just how should a perfectly good vassal address his Princess?
Princess. (Hesitatingly) Highness—is correct.
Jarvis. Highness—tell me, your Highness, a vassal doesn't amount to much, does he? I thought he was a piker.
Princess. (Mystified) A piker—a man who carries a pike?
Jarvis. (Trying to explain) No, no—a piker is a tin horn.
Princess. Tin horn?
Jarvis. Well, a sort of pawn in this game of chess—along with your kings and queens and castles and things. (Seriously, yet playfully) Could a good, hard-working, reliable vassal work his way up to be a Duke or a Lord, or something like that?
Princess. (Almost playing with him) You're an ambitious vassal, aren't you? I'm afraid you wouldn't be content with being anything less than a king.
Jarvis. (Meaningly) A king—a prince—or a bandit.
Princess. A bandit? And why a bandit?