And this too, Cinderella, my slippers. Now don't forget-
Cinderella, take my dress! Here, mend the buttonholes.
Press my skirt as well, and mind the ruffle. You're always-
If you're through, and before you begin your regular chores, I have a few little things.
Very well. [leaves the room]
Mother, I don't see why everyone else seems to have such nice things to wear, and I always end up in these old rags. This sash! [throws it on the floor] Why, I wouldn't be seen dead in it!
You should talk. [throws them on the floor] These beads! [kicks them] I'm sick of looking at them! Trash!
I don't see why I can't have-
[The other girls leave the room]
But, Sire, this slipper may fit any number of girls.
K The King
That's his problem. He's given his word; we'll hold him to it.
No, no, your Highness. I'll have nothing to do with it.
K The King
You'll try this on EVERY MAID in my kingdom. And, if the shoe fits... Bring her in.
[gulps]
Yes, your Majesty.
Get up. Quick, this instant. We haven't a moment to lose. [goes into Anastasia's room] Anastasia? Anastasia. Get up, Anastasia.
[yawning]
Huh? What for? Why?
Oh, everyone's talking about it. The whole kingdom. Oh, hurry now. He'll be here any minute.
The Grand Duke. He's been hunting all night.
For that girl. The one who lost her slipper at the ball last night. They say he's madly in love with her.
Oh, no, no, no. The Prince.
Girls, please! After all, we did it make a bargain. Didn’t we Cinderella? And I never go back on my word. Hmm. How very clever. These beads… they give it just the right touch. Don’t you think so, Drizella?
No, I don’t! I think she’s… Why, you little thief! They’re my beads! Give them here!
Oh, and look that’s my sash! Wearing my sash! She’s can’t!
H The Herald
His Grace will read a royal proclamation. [brings the proclamation]
[clearing throat]
All loyal subjects of His Majesty are hereby...notified by royal proclamation in regard to a certain... [yawning] glass slipper. [the Herald uncovers the slipper] It is upon this day decreed...
Well, I like that! It's my slipper!
No, no, no! Cinderelly's slipper! [starts to get out of the cup getting angry but restrained by Jaq who puts his cap on his muzzle to prevent him from continuing]
How can she- [as she and Anastasia tries to grab the slipper, but the Herald runs out of the way with the slipper]
Girls, girls! Your manners. A thousand pardons, Your Grace. Please continue.
Yes, quite so. [reading] It is upon this day decreed that a quest be instituted throughout the length and breadth of our domain...the sole and express purpose of the quest to be as follows... [Jaq gestures to Gus to show him Lady Tremaine’s pocket and whispers in his ear to tell him that the key is hidden there] that every single maiden in our beloved kingdom, without prearranged exception, shall try upon her foot this aforementioned slipper of glass. [Jaq and Gus get out of the cup and Gus steps on Jaq's tail when he climbs down from the cup] And should one be found upon whose foot said slipper shall properly fit...such maiden shall be acclaimed the object of this search and immediately forthwith shall be locked upon as the one and only true love of His Royal Highness, our beloved son and heir, the Noble Prince. [Gus helps Jaq go down inside Lady Tremaine's pocket] The Noble Prince will humbly and upon bended knee beg, request, or if need be, [Jaq starts to pull the key out of the pocket and Gus tries to grab it] implore the maiden, that they grant her hand in marriage. [but at that moment Lady Tremaine looks in the direction of Cinderella's room, where she is locked, and decides to check the key in her pocket, Gus signals to Jaq who is hiding at the back bringing the key with him] Well...whereupon, should the aforementioned-made look with favor upon his suit, but shall the happy couple pledge their troth...on... [Lady Tremaine's hand grabs the key and begins to lift it in her pocket, Jaq tries to climb up along the fabric to avoid it, but the key goes up faster and catches his muzzle as it passes, Jaq remains lifted by the tip of his nose not daring to move, and ends up slipping along the pocket with Lady Tremaine who drops the key which falls on his head, stunning him] and in just dues, upon the inevitable demise...of His Most Gracious and August Majesty, the King, succeed to the throne, there to rule all over the land...as Kingsland Queen of our beloved kingdom. [Lady Tremaine pats her pocket, inadvertently hitting Jaq with the key] [yawning] so be it. [falls asleep, but the Herald brings a chair just before he falls down]
You must be quite fatigued, Your Grace. May we offer you some tea? [starts pouring tea into the cup where Gus is hiding, and Gus starts sucking in his belly, lying on the bottom of the cup, to avoid being hit by a boiling drop of tea which starts pouring out of the teapot and comes down dangerously toward him]
What? Tea? [yawning] Thank you, madam, no.
[Lady Tremaine raises the teapot as the drop was about to fall on Gus]
K The King
I give up. Even I couldn't expect the boy to—
Well, if I may say so, Your Majesty, I did try to warn you; but you, Sire, are incurably romantic. No doubt you saw the whole pretty picture in detail. The young prince bowing to the assembly. Suddenly he stops. He looks up. For, lo, there she stands. The girl of his dreams. Who she is or whence she came, he knows not, nor does he care for his heart tells him that here, here is the maid he is predestined to be his bride. A pretty plot for fairy tales, Sire. But in real life...oh, no. No, it was foredoomed to failure.
K The King
[unbeknownst to him, everything he described has just happened]
Failure, eh? Ha-ha! Take a look at that, you pompous windbag!
Mother, I don't see why everyone else seems to have such nice things to wear, and I always end up in these old rags. This sash! Why, I wouldn't be seen dead in it!
You should talk. These beads! I'm sick of looking at them! Trash!
I don't see why...!
[They leave the room, complaining.]
Oh please, you don't think that I would—
Hold your tongue! Now, it seems we have time on our hands.
But I was only trying to—
Silence! Time for vicious practical jokes. Perhaps we can put it to better use. Now let me see... There's the large carpet in the main hall; clean it! And the windows, upstairs and down; wash them! Oh yes, and the tapestries and the draperies—
Do them again! And don't forget the garden. Then scrub the terrace, sweep the halls and the stairs, clean the chimneys. And of course there's the mending and the sewing and the laundry... Oh yes, and one more thing. See that Lucifer gets his bath.
Why, it's like a dream. A wonderful dream come true.
FG Fairy Godmother
Yes, my child, but like all dreams, well, I'm afraid this can't last forever. You have only until midnight, and—
FG Fairy Godmother
Oh, now, just a minute. You must understand, my dear: On the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before.
Oh, I understand, but... it's more than I ever hoped for.
FG Fairy Godmother
Bless you, my child. I... [realizing] Goodness me! It's getting late. Hurry up, dear. The ball can't wait. Have a good time. Dance, be gay. Now, off you go. You're on your way.
Oh, of all the stupid little idiots! I'll do it myself! Get away from me! [she stuns the Herald with another shoe and kicks him to make him go away] I'll make it fit! There!
[it appears that the slipper fits her]
It fits!
[eventually Drizella's foot turns out to be too large for the shoe, which makes a flight in the air. The Herald rushes to take it, and in the end, Grand Duke manages to save the footwear, sighing in relief]
Oh, Your Grace, I'm dreadfully sorry. It shan't happen again.
[noticeably exasperated while the Herald brushes him]
Precisely, madam.
FG Fairy Godmother
Well, hop in, my dear. We can't waste time.
FG Fairy Godmother
Now, now, don't try to thank me.
Oh, I wasn't... I mean, I do, but don't you think my dress—
FG Fairy Godmother
Yes, it's lovely, dear, love... [actually sees it] Good heavens, child! You can't go in that!
You are the only ladies of the household, I hope— [catches himself] I—I presume.
There's no one else, your Grace.
Quite so. Good day, good day.
[He starts to leave, but Cinderella suddenly appears at the top of the stairs.]
Your Grace! Your Grace! Please, wait. May I try it on?
Oh. Pay no attention to her.
Yes, just an imaginative child!
Madame, my orders were every maiden!
