Stepmother: Let's not be coy, Lionel. I can tell that there's...something between us.
: I wish there was something between us. A continent!
Stepmother: Whoever the prince chooses will be the princess, right?
Stepmother: So that would make her mother a royal...
: Pain in the neck.
Lionel: I meant to say younger women.
Stepmother: How much younger?
Lionel: Younger than you!