A toast, Hubert! A toast! To my daughter, the Princess Aurora! And to my son, Prince Philip! To our children! And now, one for our grandchildren, eh, Stephan? Yes, but, Hubert, just as a matter of form, shouldn't we drink to the betrothal first? Oh, yes, of course. To the betrothal of Philip and Aurora. And the marriage that will unite two kingdoms. To our kingdoms united. Well, when shall we announce it? Today? Today? Oh, come, Hubert, let's wait till the children grow up and get better acquainted. Perhaps they won't even like each other. Oh? And just what's the matter with my Philip? Why? Why doesn't your daughter like my son? Oh, but, Hubert, I didn't mean... I'm not so sure my son likes your daughter. Now, see here, Hubert, I... What are we saying? Of course they like each other. We like each other, don't we? And Aurora is exactly like me. Same hair, same eyes. Just like my Philip. Living image of his father. Now, it happens I have a picture of my son at the age of two. I don't like to boast, but yet he's the most remarkable boy I ever knew. It happens I have a picture of my daughter, who's three days old. I won't tell you lies. Just look at those eyes. Did you ever see hair so gold? Did I tell you what he said? The funniest thing I ever heard. And did I tell you what she did? Well, it's too, too, too absurd. She's really the living picture of my wife, as you plainly see. Though most people say that day after day she is the picture of me. Ahem. Your Majesty? Yes, yes, yes. What is it? What is it? Their Excellencies have arrived at the castle gates. Oh, the fairy godmothers. Come along, Hubert. We must be there to greet them.