Rodmilla
Of all the insidious jokes, turning your mother into a Countess. Why it's almost as absurd as a prince who spends his days with a peasant who sleeps with pigs.
Danielle
What bothers you more, stepmother? That I am common? Or that I am competition?
Rodmilla
Where is the dress, Danielle?!
Danielle
I don't know what you're talking about.
Marguerite
The gown, the slippers, they were in my room this morning, and now they're gone. You hid them I know it!
Rodmilla
Where did you put the gown, Danielle?
Danielle
Where are the candlesticks, and the tapestries, and the silver?! Perhaps the dress is with them!
Rodmilla
You will produce that gown!
Danielle
I would rather die a thousand deaths than to see my mother's dress on that spoiled, selfish cow!
