[Grimsby sits at the head of the table as Eric gazes out the windows, which stretch from floor to ceiling, at the ocean.]
Oh, Eric, be reasonable. Nice young ladies just don't - swim around rescuing people in the middle of the ocean and then - flutter off into oblivion, like some -
I'm tellin' you, Grim, she was real! I'm gonna find that girl - and I'm gonna marry her.
Ha Ha. Come on honey. Don't be shy.
[Carlotta and Ariel come through the entrance. Ariel wears a long sleeve pink gown with pink high heels.]
Oh, Eric, isn't she a vision?
Uh, you look - wonderful.
[taking Ariel]
Come come come, you must be famished. Let me help you my dear. [Grimsby and Eric settle Ariel into a chair.] There we go - ah - quite comfy? Uh. It's - It's not often that we have such a lovely dinner guest, eh Eric? [Ariel sees a fork on the table and picks it up, combing her hair. Eric holds a goblet and raises an eyebrow. Grimsby looks perplexed. She puts it down, embarrassed] Uh, do you like it? It is rather a fine one...
[She blows into it, covering Grimsby's face in ashes by Ariel. Eric laughs.]
Oh, my!
Ahem, so sorry, Grim.
Why, Eric, that's the first time I've seen you smile in weeks.
[Ariel smiles at this. Grimsby wipes his face.]
Oh, very amusing. Carlotta, my dear, what's for dinner?
Ooo, you're gonna love it. Chef's been fixing his specialty, stuffed crab.
[Sebastian watches Chef Louis take out a bowl of dead fish. He sings to himself as he cooks.]
Nouvelle Cuisine / Les Champs-Elysées / Maurice Chevalier / Les poissons, les poissons / How I love les poissons / Love to chop and to serve little fish / First I cut off their heads / Zen I pull out their bones / Ah mais oui, ça c'est toujours délice / Les poissons, les poissons / Hee hee hee, haw haw haw / With the cleaver I hack zem in two / I pull out what's inside [pulls out the guts from the fish and throws it in a pot] / And I serve it up fried / 'Cause I love little fishes, don't you? / Here's something for tempting ze palate [Sebastian quivers and hides as Louis brutalizes the sea creatures.] [A fish's head lands in front a mortified Sebastian. He hides under a leaf of lettuce to escape] / Prepared in the classic technique / [But as Louis clangs down on the table with a cleaver, Sebastian is jolted into the air.] First you pound the fish flat with a mallet / Then you slash through the skin / Give the belly a slice / Then you rub some salt in / 'Cause that makes it taste nice. [Louis raises the leaf and sees Sebastian.] Zut alors, I have missed one! [Louis picks up Sebastian.] Sacre bleu! What is this? How on earth could I miss such a sweet little succulent crab? Quel dommage, what a loss! Here we go in the sauce. [He throws him in a sauce bowl with Polynesian sauce and throws flour on him.] Now some flour-I think just a dab. [Sebastian sneezes.] Now I stuff you with bread. [Louis stuffs Sebastian's shells with lettuce and bread.] It don't hurt, 'cause you're dead And you're certainly lucky you are. [he spits it out.] 'Cause it's gonna be hot in my big silver pot. Tootle-loo, mon poisson, au revoir! [He tosses Sebastian into the boiling pot, with one of the hot bubbles popping at him changing him back to red and tossing him out of the pot and on the counter. Chef Louis notices him. He picks him up with a fork.] What is this?
[Sebastian pinches his nose and Sebastian flies away, landing on the handle of a saucepan. Louis tries to grab him again and his hand goes on the stove. Yowling, he reels back in pain. A pan lands on his foot and he hops about.] [He grabs knives from a knife block and throws them towards Sebastian, who scampers through a small hole in the cabinet. On the counter he drops a bowl with food onto Louis' head. He runs under the cabinet again as the chef lifts an enormous knife and chops it in half.] [Sebastian dashes across the floor as a knife lands in front of him. He runs between Louis' legs towards a cabinet with dishes. Louis runs screaming toward the cabinet as Sebastian takes cover, he jumps to the cabinet with a hammer.] [Crashing noises are heard.]
I think I'd better go see what Louis is up to.
[The kitchen is in total disarray as Louis digs around looking for Sebastian.]
Come out, you little pipsqueak, and FIGHT LIKE A MAN!!!
[losing control of her rage and yelling at Louis]
LOUIS!
[Louis bangs his head. Carlotta puts her hands on her hips.]
What are you doing?!
Well - I - I was just - er, er, I'm sorry, Madame. [Extinguishes the flame on his mustache]
[Carlotta carries out the dinner plates in a huff.]
You know, Eric, perhaps our young guest might enjoy seeing some of the sights of the kingdom. Something in the way of a tour?
[Carlotta sets their plates down. Eric gazes at Ariel, head in hand.]
I'm sorry, Grim, what was that?
You can't spend all your time moping about, you need to get out. Do something, have a life.
[Grimsby lifts his plate's cover to reveal Sebastian cowering in the salad. He motions "shh."]
Get your mind off -
[Sebastian runs to Ariel's plate, and she covers it.]
Well - whaddaya say? Would you like to join me on a tour of my kingdom tomorrow?
[Ariel nods vigorously, leaning heavily on her plate's cover.]
Wonderful, now let's eat, before this crab wanders off my plate.
[He stabs his fork at an empty plate.] [Ariel leans on her balcony, wearing a long sleeve pink nightgown. She watches as Eric plays with Max on the lawn.]
Come here, boy! Grrr...
[Max licks Eric's face and Eric ruffles his fur. He sees Ariel and waves. She waves shyly and backs into her room.] [Ariel brushes her hair with a fork and Sebastian sits on a table.]
This has got to be, without a doubt, the single most humiliating day of my life. [Sebastian picks a lettuce leaf off his head. Ariel passes him and pats his head] I hope you appreciate what I go through for you, young lady. [Ariel sinks into her bed.] Now - we got to make a plan to get that boy to kiss you. Tomorrow, when he takes you for that ride, you gotta look your best. You gotta bat your eyes - like this. You gotta pucker up your lips - like this. [Sebastian demonstrates to Ariel. He sees Ariel has fallen asleep. Smiling, he blows out a candle on the nightstand and hops onto the pillow beside her.] Hmm. You are hopeless child. You know dat? Completely hopeless...
[The seahorse swims hurriedly to the throne room, where King Triton swims back and forth with his hands behind his back.]
Any sign of them?
No, Your Majesty. We've searched everywhere. We've found no trace of your daughter - or Sebastian.
[angrily; losing patience]
Well, keep looking. Leave no shell unturned, no coral unexplored. Let no one in this kingdom sleep until she's safe at home.
Yes, sire.
[The seahorse bows and leaves. Triton sits in his throne.]
Oh, what have I done? What have I done?
