JOANNA: Bid your servants go about the town and find nimble hands who will dress this child. Good weaving, well-spun cloth. The dresses shall be of silk and satins and brocaded stuff.

CHAMBERLAIN: Dresses? Silks? Satins? For the boy? I, I thought there was some amusement, your Highness?

JOANNA: Did you, Chamberlain?

(Joanna leaves.)

CHAMBERLAIN: I don't understand!

VICKI: It's perfectly simple. I'm a girl.

CHAMBERLAIN: A girl? Dressed as a boy? Is nothing understandable these days?