[Jacob and Maurizio hide in a vase and spy on their masters, but at the moment they're doing nothing but dancing. Maurizio sees no harm in it and bounds out of the vase, yanking Jacob out behind him]
Maurizio di Mauro: Come on, Jacob! I'll lead!
[Maurizio waltzes with Jacob across Tyrannia's living room floor, to Jacob's chagrin]
Jacob Scribble: Maurizio, what are you doing? Let me go! Oh-h-h! This is giving my rheumatism rheumatism!