Yes, sir.

Patrick the Harp:

[the giant just entered the castle dining hall, carrying a bag filled with jewels]
And a good "Good Morning" to ya master! The Giant:
Good morning, harp. Housekeeper, housekeeper! [Polly enters as he's emptying the bag onto the table] The Giant:
Where's my breakfast? Polly the Housekeeper:
On the way. The Giant:
And bring me my favorite hen. Patrick the Harp:
What, heaven forbid, do you see in that white feathered biddy? The Giant:
Golden eggs, Patrick. Solid golden eggs! Polly the Housekeeper:
[Jack enters the room, pushing a grill, wearing a chef's hat and apron. Polly whispers in his ear]
The cells are unlocked and I put the keys back. Patrick the Harp:
They're whispering master! What're they whispering about? [Jack sneers at the harp] Jack:
Oh, I hate him. Polly the Housekeeper:
Please take care of yourself. [Exits the room] Jack:
[Musing to himself]
I think she's worried. She cares for me. The Giant:
Where's my breakfast? [Looking over the jewels] Patrick the Harp:
Beautiful they are, but can they bring you happiness? [the giant finds a very small one and tosses it on the floor] The Giant:
How'd that little one get in here? [Getting impatient] The Giant:
Where's my breakfast? Mr. Dinkelpuss:
You heard the giant! [Picks up the jewel the giant tossed and looks at it through a magnifying glass] Mr. Dinkelpuss:
Can I help you put them away? The Giant:
Can I trust you? [Begins putting the jewels back in the bag] Mr. Dinkelpuss:
Eh, why, what a ridiculous question. [the giant grabs him by the shirt and repeats the question] The Giant:
Can I trust you? Mr. Dinkelpuss:
Well frankly, no... The Giant:
[Polly has come back, carrying a hen. The giant takes it from her and starts petting it]
My jewel of jewels! Patrick the Harp:
My jewel of jewels. What can she do that I can't do? The Giant:
[Looks over at the harp]
Can you lay a golden egg? Patrick the Harp:
I shudder at the thought. The Giant:
[Lays the hen down on the table]
Show him how talented you are. Lay hen, lay! [after a moment it lays a golden egg, the giant picks it up] Patrick the Harp:
It's only gold. The Giant:
It's my main source of wealth. [to Polly] The Giant:
Take her away. [to Dinkelpuss] The Giant:
You! Mr. Dinkelpuss:
Y-yes, sir? The Giant:
I like a dishonest man, who admits it. Carry these jewels back to the vault. She'll show you where it is. Mr. Dinkelpuss:
Yes, sir. [Takes the bag and leaves with Polly]