Iracebeth, enough! Iracebeth, I had always hoped that you would one day show the necessary qualities to become the queen you were born to be. I realize now that day will never come. [turns his attention to the crowd] People of Witzend, upon my death, my crown will pass... to the Princess Mirana.
Father, no...
But that's not fair! I'm the eldest!
You are unfit to rule, Iracebeth.
I hate you. I... HATE... YOU... ALL!!! [her head enlarges a bit, shocking the crowd, starts to walk away but stops, and storms over to the Hightopp family; vengefully] Oh! And I shall not ever forget you, you s****ing Hightopps! No, I shall wreak a terrible revenge! [turns away] Vile. Slow.
Racie.
Oh, don't "Racie" me! You started it! [walks a little closer to her; whispering] Why don't you tell them the truth? [Mirana doesn't reply] I didn't think so. [turns away and walks up the stairs; sobbing and wailing] No one loves me! NO ONE LOVES ME!