Movie transcript with snapshot pictures part 1
ANASTSIA: Mother! Mother! Mother!
LADY TREMAINE: Anastasia, where have you been?
DRIZELLA: Slacking off again.
ANASTSIA: Mother, our troubles are over!
LADY TREMAINE: A stick?
DRIZELLA: Let's beat her with it.
ANASTSIA: No, no, no, no.
Not a stick. A magic wand.
DRIZELLA: Well, she finally cracked.
ANASTSIA: I saw this nutty old woman and zap! She gave Cinderella the beautiful gown and, oh, the Prince.
DRIZELLA: I blame the housework.
ANASTSIA: I'll prove it to you. What were those words again? Wappity-pappity-poo? Skip-skip-scadoo? No, I know it. I know it. I think. Oh, no, I've got it. I've got it. Bibbidi-bobbidi... There it is!
FAIRY GODMOTHER: Child, put that down! In the wrong hands that wand could be extremely dangerous. Now, now give it back to me you silly little goose.
ANASTSIA: No way, Grandma. Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!
FAIRY GODMOTHER: Look what you've done. Now give me back my wand.
ANASTSIA: No, I need it, you silly old garden gnome! Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! Hello? Hello... Hello, Grandma? I, I'm sorry. Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you.
LADY TREMAINE: So this is how Cinderella did it. What delicious irony. Do you realise what this means, girls?
DRIZELLA: Yes! No more laundry!
LADY TREMAINE:
It means power, riches, revenge.
DRIZELLA: I wanna be dirty, filthy, stinking rich!
ANASTSIA: I want a prince of my own! Please, please, please.
DRIZELLA: Give it to me!
ANASTSIA: No, give it to me!
LADY TREMAINE: Girls! Girls! First things first. Now, Cinderella, to undo your trickery and take what's rightfully ours, I call upon all the forces of the universe! Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! Reverse the moon and sun, turn back tide and time, unravel Cinderella's happily ever after to the moment my troubles began! Stop!
DRIZELLA: Wow.
ANASTSIA: Wow. The Grand Duke! It worked.
LADY TREMAINE: Magnificent! And no one knows except us. Get ready. This is your second chance. Don't waste it.
ANASTSIA: Where's Cinderella?
LADY TREMAINE: She's exactly where she was the first time.
JAQ: Cinderelly!
HERALD: The Grand Duke!
LADY TREMAINE: Your Excellence.
ANASTSIA: Your Grace.
HERALD: His Grace will now read the royal...
LADY TREMAINE: Pardon me, but we're all aware of His Grace's purpose. Perhaps we should just get on with it.
GRAND DUKE: Quite, madam. Quite.
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