King Luca: How fare thee, Danny?
Cecilia: King Luca, he's staring at my boobs.

Danny: No! I was just... uh... thinking that you, uh, needed a hug! Yeah, an innocent, bodice-examining hug!
Cecilia: Now he's rellly creeping me out...

Danny: Wait a minute! Your upper torso is appropriately shaped!

Cecilia: While flattered, I now must excuse myself to find some mace.
King Luca: Use mine.
Danny: This is great! Now I do not need to search your brassiere!