Papa: [playing chess with Dola] What's come over you, my dear? It's not like you to challenge a ship like Goliath. You know, the odds are against you.
Dola: I'm after treasure. That's all.
Papa: [Chuckling] I must admit, those kids are cute!
Dola: Whaddaya mean by that, ya old fool?
Papa: Nothing, but that little girl *does* remind me of you not so long ago!
Dola: [Irritated] Who asked ya?
Papa: Nobody. Oh, look! Checkmate!