And a good "Good Morning" to ya master! Good morning, harp. Housekeeper, housekeeper!...

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]