<i> ( overture playing )</i> We are in sight
of the towers of home and your father's
palace, Your Highness. It hardly seems we have
been gone an entire year. I've sent messengers ahead
to tell of your arrival. I am<i> dying</i> of thirst. Let us stop
at that cottage. <i> ( music playing )</i> What do you suppose
is wrong with yon wench? Doubtly she's overwhelmed at the sight
of Your Royal Highness. In my present dusty
and exhausted state, I doubt that I could
overwhelm anyone. Aide:<i>
She is peering at us
through the windows.</i> <i> Come out, lass.</i> Prince:<i>
Come out, lass.</i> Come out.
We will not harm you. I dare not. <i> Why not?</i> No one is at home and my stepmother
will beat me if I speak to anyone
while she's away. Where has she gone? She has gone with my
stepsisters into the town to welcome the prince
who's returning today from fighting dragons
and rescuing princesses and... finding his true love. Ahh. Is that
what he was doing? Now, would you be
a kind lass and fetch me
a dipper of cool water from your well
before I die of thirst? Oh, of course, sir. And, uh, you need say nothing
of it to your stepmother. The poor slavey does not
recognize Your Highness and she is terrified
of her stepmother. But her kindness
has overcome her fear. Here you are, sir. Thank you, lass. More? No. Thank you
most kindly. You are most
kindly welcome, sir. What is your name, lass? I am called Cinderella. Cinderella.
Why are you called that? Because I sit
among the ashes. -<i> And why do you do that? </i>
- To warm my feet. You see, sir,
I sleep in the attic where it is always cold. Then why do you sleep
in the attic? The other rooms are
occupied by my stepmother
and my stepsisters. Where does
your father sleep? In Heaven. <i> Shall we go on,
Your Highness?</i> <i> Yes.</i> <i> Good-bye,
Cinderella.</i> <i> ( horse hooves departing )</i> G-good-bye... Your Highness. <i> ( horse hooves fading )</i> "Fighting dragons,
rescuing princesses "and finding his true love." But I have not found
my true love. That is unfortunate,
Your Highness. It is not for lack of seeking,
you will grant me that. Perhaps Your Highness
did not tarry long enough with any of the princesses
you rescued. There was no need to tarry. When she appears,
I will know. <i> ( music playing )</i> ♪ I wake in the loneliness
of sunrise ♪ ♪ When the deep purple
heaven turns blue ♪ ♪ And start to pray ♪ ♪ As I pray each day ♪ ♪ That I'll hear
some word from you ♪ ♪ I lie in the loneliness
of evening ♪ ♪ Looking out
on a silver-flaked sea ♪ ♪ And ask the moon ♪ ♪ Oh, how soon
how soon ♪ ♪ Will my love appear ♪ ♪ To me ♪ ♪ I ask the moon ♪ ♪ Oh, how soon
how soon ♪ ♪ Will my love appear ♪ ♪ To me ♪ ♪ Will my love ♪ ♪ Appear ♪ ♪ To ♪ ♪ Me ♪♪ <i> Your Highness,
we must go on.</i> Yes. Yes. <i> ( crowd cheering )</i> <i> ( orchestral music
playing )</i> - Cinderella.
- Yes, ma'am. Why are you sitting
there dreaming? - Have you made
all the beds?
- Yes, ma'am. -<i> Washed all the dishes? </i>
- Yes, ma'am. -<i> Polished all the silver? </i>
- Yes, ma'am. - Scrubbed the floors?
-<i> Yes, ma'am.</i> - Finished the washing
and ironing?
-<i> Yes, ma'am.</i> Well, couldn't you find
anything else to do, child? - No, ma'am.
- Here. Take care
of these things. Oh, dear. I'm exhausted. But it has been
a wonderful day. Simply wonderful. Oh, yes, it was
so thrilling to see
the prince return. - He is so handsome.
- And so gallant. - And so polite.
- How would you know? Oh, I've heard it said. Now, my daughters, I want to talk to you. Not<i> you.</i> <i> My own daughters.</i> Yes, ma'am. Now that the prince has
returned from his travels, it'll be time
for him to marry. Esmerelda:<i>
I wonder who will be
the lucky girl.</i> Prunella:<i>
Imagine marrying the prince.</i> Well, there's no reason why it cannot be one of you. Yes, why not? Did you see the way
he smiled and waved at me? I was under the impression it
was I he smiled and waved at. You were always
a little nearsighted. - But I was never<i> fat. </i>
- I am considered
pleasingly plump! And I have been told
my eyes are dreamlike! Now, now, there is room for improvement
in both of you. You, Esmerelda, simply must learn
to stop batting your eyes. <i> It was quite all right
up to the age of six.</i> I keep forgetting. Watch it! And you, Prunella-- - Yes, Mother?
- Your knee creaks. - I cannot help it, Mother.
-<i> Yes, you can.</i> Rub some unicorn oil
into it. Whoever hopes
to marry the prince must be<i> perfect.</i> So upstairs, both of you,
and work on yourselves. Perhaps some day, if you are lucky,
Cinderella, <i> you too may catch
a glimpse of the prince.</i> Oh, I hope so. <i> Did anyone call
while we were away?</i> - Yes, ma'am.
-<i> Who was it?</i> Only a traveler who stopped
for a dipper of water. And you<i> gave</i> it to him? Yes, ma'am. <i> I told you never to open
that door while we were away!</i> He was so thirsty... and his smile was so kind. Go to your corner! And<i> stay</i> there
till you are called. Yes, ma'am. <i> ( orchestral music
playing )</i> I don't mind
staying in my corner. I love sitting here. ♪ I'm as mild
and as meek as a mouse ♪ ♪ When I hear a command,
I obey ♪ ♪ But I know of a spot
in my house ♪ ♪ Where no one
can stand ♪ ♪ In my way ♪ ♪ In my own little corner ♪ ♪ In my own little chair ♪ ♪ I can be whatever
I want to be ♪ ♪ On the wings of my fancy ♪ ♪ I can fly anywhere ♪ ♪ And the world
will open its arms to me ♪ ♪ I'm a young
Norwegian princess ♪ ♪ Or a milkmaid ♪ ♪ I'm the greatest prima donna
in the land ♪ ♪ I'm an heiress who has
always had her silk made ♪ ♪ By her own flock
of silkworms in Japan ♪ ♪ I'm a girl
men go mad for ♪ ♪ Love's a game
I can play ♪ ♪ With a cool and confident
kind of air ♪ ♪ Just as long as I stay
in my own little corner ♪ ♪ All alone
in my own little chair ♪ Stepmother:<i>
Cinderella, set the table.</i> At once, ma'am. ♪ I can be whatever
I want to be ♪ ♪ I'm a slave
from Calcutta ♪ ♪ I'm a queen in Peru ♪ ♪ I'm a mermaid
dancing upon the sea ♪ ♪ I'm a huntress
on an African safari ♪ ♪ It's a dangerous type
of sport and yet it's fun ♪ ♪ In the night I sally forth
to seek my quarry ♪ ♪ And I find I forgot
to bring my gun ♪ ♪ I am lost
in the jungle ♪ ♪ All alone and unarmed ♪ ♪ When I meet
a lioness in her lair ♪ ♪ Then I'm glad to be back
in my own little corner ♪ ♪ All alone in my own ♪ ♪ Little chair ♪ Good morning, Son. Good morning, Sire.
Ma'am. The Queen and I are happy
to have you home again,
my boy. But we are disappointed
that you have returned
without a bride. I am too, Father. Well, you've had
your fun, my boy. Now you must do your duty. Yes, Father. You must marry, settle down
and produce an heir so that our royal line
may continue. I am ready to do my duty,
Father, but whom shall I marry? There's not one maiden
in my kingdom who wouldn't be happy
to be your bride. Many of them
are very lovely. We should give
a ball, my dear, and invite all
the young ladies of fashion so that you may make
your choice. - A splendid idea.
-<i> ( bell rings )</i> I would really rather wait
until I fall in love. - Love?
- Yes, sir. <i> But we cannot
leave a matter</i> <i> of such importance
to mere chance.</i> Your father is right,
my dear. It is quite possible
that love will follow. Perhaps. Your majesty? The prince
is giving a ball. ♪♪ ♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ All:
♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ ♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ ♪ His Royal Highness ♪ ♪ Christopher Rupert
Windimere Vladimir ♪ ♪ Earl Alexander ♪ ♪ Francois Reginald ♪ - ♪ Lancelot Herman ♪
- Herman? Herman.
♪ Gregory James ♪ ♪ Is giving a ball ♪ All:
♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ ♪ The prince is
giving a ball ♪ ♪ Our daughter's
looking dreamy-eyed ♪ ♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ ♪ They say he wants
to find a bride ♪ ♪ He may find
one at the ball ♪ ♪ If only
he'd propose to me ♪ ♪ I pray that
he'll propose to me ♪ ♪ Why shouldn't
he propose to me? ♪ ♪ I'll wear a gown
of satin jade ♪ ♪ And me,
I'll be in a pink brocade ♪ ♪ And me, I'm in
the seventh grade ♪ All:
♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ ♪ The prince is
giving a ball ♪ ♪ His Royal Highness ♪ ♪ Christopher Rupert ♪ ♪ Son of Her Majesty ♪ ♪ Queen Constantina ♪ ♪ Charlotte Ermantrue ♪ ♪ Guinevere Maisey ♪ - Maisey?!
- Maisey! ♪ Marguerite Ann ♪ ♪ Is giving a ball ♪ All:
♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ ♪ The prince is
giving a ball ♪ ♪ I wish I were
a neater girl ♪ ♪ I wish I'd been
a sweeter girl ♪ ♪ I wish I were
a younger girl ♪ ♪ I wish I were
an older girl ♪ All:
♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ ♪ The prince is
giving a ball ♪ ♪ His Royal Highness ♪ ♪ Christopher Rupert ♪ ♪ Son of His Majesty ♪ ♪ King Maximilian ♪ ♪ Godfrey Ladislaus ♪ - ♪ Leopold Sidney ♪
- Townspeople: Sidney? Sidney.
♪ Frederick John ♪ ♪ Is giving a ball ♪ <i> ( orchestral music
playing )</i> ♪ The prince
is giving a ball ♪ ♪ The prince is
giving a ball ♪ ♪ The prince ♪ ♪ Is giving a ball ♪♪ Hurry, girls!
Hurry! Or we shall be late
for the ball. Cinderella,
hurry with those things. What on earth
is keeping you up there? - Coming! Coming!
-<i> Hurry! Hurry!</i> Your mirror. Your fan. Your gloves. Now, girls, attention. Esmerelda, let me see you
curtsy to the prince. Awkward. Awkward. You looked as though
you were toppling over. I told you to practice
morning, noon and night. I did. Well, at least
I hope you prepared some fascinating opening
remark for the prince. Something that will
attract his attention and make a striking
first impression. - Yes, ma'am, I have.
-<i> What is it?</i> Very nice weather
we're having for this time of year,
Your Highness. Oh, good heavens. Can you not think of something
more interesting than that? Something more personal?
Work on it. - Yes, ma'am.
-<i> And stop batting
your eyes.</i> Yes, ma'am. <i> Now...</i> <i> Prunella...</i> <i> let me see you curtsy
to the prince.</i> <i> ( creaking )</i> <i> What was that noise?</i> <i> Is your knee
still creaking?</i> <i> I told you to rub some
unicorn oil into it.</i> I did. Well, I hope
it will not be heard above the music
at the ball. <i> What fascinating
opening remark</i> <i> for the prince
have</i> you<i> prepared?</i> ( clears throat ) Your Highness looks
in tolerable good health. <i> Your Highness--</i> good heavens, no. Of course His Highness
is in tolerable good health. His Highness
is in perfect health. <i> Is that the best
you can do?</i> Something personal,
you said. <i> But not so obvious,
not so banal.</i> <i> Think of something else.
Please do.</i> Cinderella... If you were going
to meet the prince, what fascinating
opening remark would you make? Please, Your Highness, I would like
to be your bride. ( all scoffing, giggling ) Ridiculous. <i> ( knocking )</i> The carriage waits. The carriage waits. Oh, I wish
I were going, too. Oh, my. Imagine
Cinderella at the ball. With her smudged face
and tattered dress. Stepmother:<i>
I must say, it is
an absurd thought.</i> <i> ( all laughing )</i> Now, girls,
compose your faces. We must be off. Cinderella... the flowers. <i> ( orchestral music
playing )</i> - Coachman:<i> Giddap! </i>
-<i> ( carriage clattering )</i> <i> ( orchestral music
playing )</i> ♪ In my own
little corner ♪ ♪ In my own
little chair ♪ ♪ I can be whatever
I want to be ♪ ♪ On the wings
of my fancy ♪ ♪ I can fly
anywhere ♪ ♪ And the world ♪ ♪ Will open
its arms to me ♪ ♪ I am in the royal palace
of all places ♪ ♪ I am chatting with the prince
and king and queen ♪ ♪ And the color on my two
stepsisters' faces ♪ ♪ Is a queer sort
of sour-apple green ♪ ♪ I am coy
and flirtatious ♪ ♪ When alone
with the prince ♪ Oh, lie,
Your Highness. You shouldn't
say such things. ♪ I'm the belle
of the ball ♪ ♪ In my own
little corner ♪ ♪ All alone ♪ ♪ In my own ♪ ♪ Little ♪ ♪ Chair ♪♪ ( sobbing ) ( sighs ) Who are you? I'm your fairy godmother. Oh! How beautiful you are. I am made of all
your most beautiful dreams and hopes
and wishes. Oh, Fairy Godmother, I have only
one wish just now. - To go to the ball?
- Yes. And that's
why you were weeping? Yes. Because I know
it is impossible. Impossible? Bah. What's
a fairy godmother for? To make my wish
come true? If you wish it
hard enough. Oh, Fairy Godmother,
I am wishing it so very, very hard
that if all the wishes of all the girls who ever
wanted to go to a ball turned into one
big wish, it would not be any
harder than my wish. That's hard enough. Now... you will need a coach, four horses,
a coachman and a groom. But is it possible to get those things
by wishing for them? Well, the sensible people
of the world will say... ♪ Fal-der-al
and fiddle-dee-dee ♪ ♪ And fiddle-dee
faddle-dee fuddle ♪ ♪ All the wishes in the world
are poppycock and twaddle ♪ - Aren't they?
-<i> Not always.</i> The sensible people
will also say... ♪ Fal-der-al
and fiddle-dee-dee ♪ ♪ And fiddle-dee
faddle-dee foodle ♪ ♪ All the dreamers in the world
are dizzy in the noodle ♪♪ And aren't they? Not always. Especially if there's someone
who loves you to help you. Dear, dear
Fairy Godmother, is that you? What's
a fairy godmother for? Now, to work. For a coach... I believe I noticed
a pumpkin in your garden. That will do very nicely. A pumpkin? Ah, I see you have
four pet mice in a cage. <i> They'll do very nicely
for the horses.</i> Mice?
For horses? Let's take them out
to the garden, shall we? Yes, Fairy Godmother. Come. Put them
by the pumpkin. <i> Now, we still need
a coachman and a groom.</i> Let me see... ooh! There's something
peering at us out from
under that shrub. ( giggles ) It's a fine, fat rat with whiskers
and his brother. They'll do very nicely for the coachman
and the groom. Oh, dear Fairy Godmother, it all seems so impossible. ♪ Impossible ♪ ♪ For a plain
yellow pumpkin ♪ ♪ To become
a golden carriage ♪ ♪ Impossible ♪ ♪ For a plain
country bumpkin ♪ ♪ And a prince to join
in marriage ♪ ♪ And four white mice will
never be four white horses ♪ ♪ Such fal-der-al
and fiddle-dee-dee
of courses ♪ ♪ Impossible ♪ ♪ But the world is full
of zanies and fools ♪ ♪ Who don't believe
in sensible rules ♪ ♪ And won't believe
what sensible people say ♪ ♪ And because these daft
and dewy-eyed dopes ♪ ♪ Keep building up
impossible hopes ♪ ♪ Impossible things are
happening every day ♪ - Impossible.
- Impossible. - Impossible.
- Impossible. And remember how very,
very hard I am wishing. ♪ Impossible ♪ ♪ For a plain
yellow pumpkin ♪ ♪ To become
a golden carriage ♪ ♪ Impossible ♪ ♪ For a plain
country bumpkin ♪ ♪ And a prince to join
in marriage ♪ ♪ And four white mice will
never be four white horses ♪ They will! ♪ Such fal-der-al and
fiddle-dee-dee of courses ♪ ♪ Impossible ♪ ♪ But the world is full
of zanies and fools ♪ ♪ Who don't believe
in sensible rules ♪ ♪ And won't believe
what sensible people say ♪ Together:
♪ And because these daft
and dewy-eyed dopes ♪ ♪ Keep building up
impossible hopes ♪ ♪ Impossible things
are happening every day ♪ <i> ( orchestral music
playing )</i> Oh! Oh! Oh! You are going
to the ball. Oh! Oh! Well, what's the matter,
dear child? Would you like
more horses? Another groom?
A larger carriage? No, Fairy Godmother. These are ever
so much grander than I could
ever have wished for. But my clothes... Oh, dear, of course.
How thoughtless of me. Turn around. Oh! Fairy Godmother,
how beautiful. And here are
your slippers. Oh! They're made
of glass. They fit perfectly. Now you are ready
for the ball. But there is one thing
you must remember. You must leave before
the stroke of midnight for the magic
will last no longer. At 12:00, your horses
will turn back into mice, your coach back
into a pumpkin, your coachman and groom
into a fat rat with whiskers
and his brother... <i> and your own dress
into rags.</i> I will remember. And, oh,
dear Fairy Godmother-- she's gone. <i> ( orchestral music
playing )</i> ♪ It's possible ♪ ♪ For a plain
yellow pumpkin ♪ ♪ To become
a golden carriage ♪ ♪ It's possible ♪ ♪ For a plain
country bumpkin ♪ ♪ And a prince to join
in marriage ♪ Fairy Godmother:<i>
♪ And four white mice
are easily turned to horses ♪</i> <i> ♪ Such fal-der-al and
fiddle-dee-dee of courses ♪</i> <i> ♪ Quite possible ♪</i> Together:
♪ It's possible ♪ ♪ For the world is full
of zanies and fools ♪ ♪ Who don't believe
in sensible rules ♪ ♪ And won't believe
what sensible people say ♪ Together:
♪ And because these daft
and dewy-eyed dopes ♪ ♪ Keep building up
impossible hopes ♪ ♪ Impossible things
are happening every day ♪ ♪ It's possible ♪ <i> ♪ It's possible ♪</i> ♪ It's possible ♪ <i> ♪ It's possible ♪</i> ♪ It's possible ♪ <i> ♪ It's possible ♪</i> Together:
♪ It's possible ♪♪ Announcer:<i>
Rodgers and Hammerstein's
"Cinderella"</i> <i> will continue after
station identification.</i> <i> This is
the CBS television
network.</i> <i> ( trumpet fanfare )</i> <i> ( ballroom music playing )</i> ( no audible dialogue ) Tell me about your travels,
Your Highness. Oh, there isn't
much to tell. I slew a few dragons,
rescued a few princesses, outwitted a few magicians. Usual thing. ( no audible dialogue ) Your Highness. Have you something
in your eye? No, Your Highness. Oh. ( laughs nervously ) - Your Highness.
- Yes? May I say something personal? Yes. Your Highness,
I think-- You think. I think, personally-- Personally, yes? Oh...uh... very nice weather we're having
for this time of year. You really should
not make such very personal
remarks, you know. Oh, dear. Forgive me,
Your Highness. My mother told me to say
something personal to you. I shall send you
back to your mother
for further instruction. I'm pleased to see the ball
is such a success, my dear. It is indeed, my dear, with everyone,
except the prince. Except the prince? He does not seem to be
enjoying himself very much. Why not? With all the fairest young
maidens of my kingdom here, he has only
to choose among them. Ah, there is the rub. If only he did
not have to choose. When I was
his age, my dear-- When you were his age,
you had the remarkably
good taste to fall in love
with me. You are right, my dear. And I trust he will have
equally good sense. Thank you, my dear. Uh-- uh... Your Highness. Yes? Uh-- uh-- Are you preparing
to say something or are you just
clearing your throat? I'm preparing to say
something, Your Highness,
something personal. I have already been told
about the weather. That was my sister. Ah, yes.
And what personal remark
do you wish to make? You look
in tolerable good health,
Your Highness. That is quite
personal. Oh, forgive me,
Your Highness,<i>
( creaking )</i> <i> ( creaking ) </i>
but you see, my mother-- - Do you hear
a strange sound?
-<i> ( creaking )</i> No, Your Highness. - Something is creaking.
-<i> ( creaking )</i> ( laughs ) Oh, la!<i>
( creaking )</i> It-it's, uh--
it's only my knee. Your Highness. Could you possibly creak
in time to the music? <i> ( creaking )</i> I have no control
over it. I shall omit the next four
or five sets. I am fatigued. Yes, Your Highness. <i> ( creaks )</i> Your Highness. Madam. May I say, Your Highness, that I've never seen
a finer-looking couple than Your Highness
and that young lady
you were just dancing with. Which young lady
is that? My daughter Prunella. Ah, yes. May I say, Your Highness, that she's been brought up
with no expense spared, having received instruction
in etiquette, lawn croquet, heraldry, and pomp
and circumstance. Ah, yes.
I noticed the pomp. Oh, did you<i> really?</i> But, madam,
she has a circumstance
that I cannot abide. What is that,
Your Highness? She creaks. Your Highness. Madam. My other daughter. Which one is that? Esmerelda. Ah, yes. She bats her eyes. Well! There's simply
no pleasing that prince. <i> ( fanfare )</i> <i> ( ballroom music
in distance )</i> Coachman:<i>
Cinderella.</i> Remember what your
fairy godmother said. <i> You must leave before
the stroke of midnight.</i> I will remember. Why have you left
the dance, my boy? I am fatigued. Fatigued?
At your age? I am certain it
is not the dance that
has fatigued him, my dear. That is the truth, Mother.
I am discouraged. Discouraged? With all the fairest young
maidens of my kingdom here? It would not be
so bad if I saw them
as fair young maidens. <i> How else</i> do<i> you see them?</i> As contenders
for a prize. And I am the prize. <i> ( fanfare )</i> Who is she? I do not know. My, she is beautiful. Carries herself well. Do you not
think so, dear? Dear! <i> ( music playing )</i> Who on earth is she? I never
saw her before. The prince has
a foolish expression
on his face. He never looked that way
when he danced with me. No. Thank you most kindly
for the dance. You are most kindly welcome,
Your Highness. I have a strange feeling
that we have met before, <i> That I have heard
your voice before.</i> <i> Is that possible?</i> It's possible. Yes, everything
is possible tonight. Everything is different. Everything has changed
since you came. I have never felt
this way before. Nor I. ♪ Ten minutes ago
I saw you ♪ ♪ I looked up when you
came through the door ♪ ♪ My head started reeling
you gave me the feeling ♪ ♪ The room had
no ceiling or floor ♪ ♪ Ten minutes ago
I met you ♪ ♪ And we murmured
our "How do you do's" ♪ ♪ I wanted
to ring out the bells ♪ ♪ And fling out my arms
and to sing out the news ♪ ♪ I have found her
she's an angel ♪ ♪ With the dust
of the stars in her eyes ♪ ♪ We are dancing ♪ ♪ We are flying ♪ ♪ And she's taking me
back to the skies ♪ ♪ In the arms of my love
I'm flying ♪ ♪ Over mountain
and meadow and glen ♪ ♪ And I like it so well
that for all I can tell ♪ ♪ I may never
come down again ♪ ♪ I may never come down
to earth again ♪ ♪ Ten minutes ago
I saw you ♪ ♪ You looked up when I came
through the door ♪ ♪ My head started reeling
you gave me the feeling ♪ ♪ The room had
no ceiling or floor ♪ ♪ Ten minutes ago
I met you ♪ ♪ And we murmured
our "How do you do's" ♪ ♪ I wanted
to ring out the bells ♪ ♪ And fling out my arms
and to sing out the news ♪ ♪ I have found her ♪ ♪ I have found him ♪ ♪ He's the light
of the stars in my eyes ♪ ♪ We are dancing ♪ ♪ We are flying ♪ ♪ And she's taking me
back to the skies ♪ ♪ In the arms of my love
I'm flying ♪ ♪ Over mountain
and meadow and glen ♪ ♪ And I like it so well
that for all I can tell ♪ ♪ I may never
come back again ♪ ♪ I may never come down
to earth again ♪♪ <i> ( music fades )</i> <i> ( music playing )</i> ♪ Why would a fellow
want a girl like her ♪ ♪ A frail
and fluffy beauty ♪ ♪ Why can't a fellow
ever once prefer ♪ ♪ A solid girl like me ♪ ♪ She's a frothy
little bubble ♪ ♪ With a flimsy kind
of charm ♪ ♪ And with very
little trouble ♪ ♪ I could break
her little arm ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, why would a fellow
want a girl like her ♪ ♪ So obviously unusual ♪ ♪ Why can't a fellow
ever once prefer ♪ ♪ A usual girl like me ♪ ♪ Her cheeks are
a pretty shade of pink ♪ ♪ But not any pinker
than a rose is ♪ ♪ Her skin may be
delicate and soft ♪ ♪ But not any softer
than a doe's is ♪ ♪ Her neck is no wider
than a swan's ♪ ♪ She's only as dainty
as a daisy ♪ ♪ She's only as graceful
as a bird ♪ ♪ So why is the fellow
going crazy ♪ ♪ Oh, why would a fellow
want a girl like her ♪ ♪ A girl
who's merely lovely ♪ ♪ Why can't a fellow
ever once prefer ♪ ♪ A girl who's merely me ♪ ♪ She's a frothy
little bubble ♪ ♪ With a frilly
sort of leer ♪ ♪ And with very
little trouble ♪ ♪ I could pull out
all her hair ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, why would a fellow
want a girl like her ♪ ♪ A girl
who's merely lovely ♪ ♪ Why can't a fellow
ever once prefer ♪ ♪ A girl who's merely me ♪ ♪ What's the matter
with the man ♪ ♪ What's the
matter with the man ♪ ♪ What's the matter
with the man ♪♪ Where is the prince? Dancing somewhere,
I'm sure. Probably on air. I thought
he was fatigued. - Not any longer.
- Ah. - Do you think--
- I am certain. Well, well!
Splendid! Splendid! I think this calls
for a celebration. May I have this dance,
my dear? I was wondering when you
were ever going to ask me, Your Majesty. ♪♪ <i> ♪ Ten minutes ago
I saw you ♪</i> <i> ♪ I looked up when you
came through the door ♪</i> <i> ♪ My head started reeling
you gave me the feeling ♪</i> <i> ♪ The room had
no ceiling or floor ♪</i> <i> ♪ Ten minutes ago
I met you ♪</i> <i> ♪ And we murmured our
"How do you do's" ♪</i> <i> ♪ I wanted to ring out
the bells ♪</i> <i> ♪ And fling out my arms
and to sing out the news ♪</i> <i> ♪ I have found her ♪</i> <i> ♪ She's an angel ♪</i> <i> ♪ With the dust of the stars
in her eyes ♪</i> <i> ♪ We are dancing ♪</i> <i> ♪ We are flying ♪</i> <i> ♪ And she's taking me
back to the skies ♪</i> <i> ♪ In the arms of my love
I'm flying ♪</i> <i> ♪ Over mountain
and meadow and glen ♪</i> <i> ♪ And I like it so well
that for all I can tell ♪</i> <i> ♪ I may never
come down again ♪</i> <i> ♪ I may never
come down to earth ♪</i> <i> ♪ Again ♪♪</i> <i> ( clock chiming )</i> What was that? Only the clock
in the tower. I must go. But you have
just arrived. Or is it ages ago
that you came? It seems like
a moment ago... and forever ago. Are you really here... or are you a figure
of enchantment? Is this really happening
or are we in a dream? If it is enchantment,
I hope it is forever. If it is a dream, I wish never to awaken. If it is not enchantment
or a dream, then why do I feel
as I do? ♪ Do I love you
because you're beautiful ♪ ♪ Or are you beautiful ♪ ♪ Because I love you ♪ ♪ Am I making believe
I see in you ♪ ♪ A girl too lovely to ♪ ♪ Be really true ♪ ♪ Do I want you
because you're wonderful ♪ ♪ Or are you wonderful ♪ ♪ Because I want you ♪ ♪ Are you the sweet invention
of a lover's dream ♪ ♪ Or are you really
as beautiful ♪ ♪ As you seem ♪ I cannot believe
this is happening to me, that I am here with you... and that you love me. ♪ Am I making believe
I see in you ♪ ♪ A man too perfect to ♪ ♪ Be really true ♪ ♪ Do I want you
because you're wonderful ♪ ♪ Or are you wonderful ♪ ♪ Because I want you ♪ ♪ Are you the sweet invention
of a lover's dream ♪ ♪ Or are you really
as wonderful ♪ ♪ As you seem ♪♪ <i> ( clock striking )</i> Oh! I must go! I must go at once! No! Wait! Stop! <i> I don't even know
your name!</i> Oh! Prince:<i>
♪ Ten minutes ago I met you ♪</i> <i> ♪ And we murmured our
"How do you do's" ♪</i> <i> ♪ I wanted to ring out
the bells ♪</i> <i> ♪ And fling out my arms
and to sing out the news ♪</i> <i> ♪ I have found her ♪</i> <i> ♪ She's an angel ♪</i> <i> ♪ With the dust of the stars
in her eyes ♪</i> <i> ♪ We are dancing ♪♪</i> Man:<i>
Whoa!</i> <i> ( carriage approaching )</i> Well, I must say, I'm very glad
to be home again where I can rest my feet. Ohh! <i> Good heavens, Cinderella!</i> <i> Have you been
sitting in the fireplace
all night long?</i> <i> Why have you not
gone up to bed?</i> I was not sleepy. Not sleepy? Why not? Do you realize
it's almost dawn? How do you expect
to get your work done
without any sleep? I am not tired. <i> What on earth have you
been doing there all night?</i> I was dreaming. Dreaming? Of what? Of the ball. <i> Of the ball.
( laughing )</i> What was it like? Grander than any dreams
you could possibly have. Don't you agree, girls? Well, yes,
it was grand enough, but I had hardly begun
to dance with the prince when he changed partners. The same thing
happened to me. What was he like? - Dashing.
- Romantic. Yes, that is how I saw him. <i> - Saw him?</i>
- At the ball... in my imagination. You cannot possibly
imagine it. But I can. I can imagine
the whole thing. How it feels to be wearing
the most beautiful dress you have ever worn
in your life. To look like a princess... and to be on your way
at last to the ball. I imagine-- I imagine-- ♪ When you're driving through
the moonlight on a highway ♪ ♪ When you're driving through
the moonlight to a dance ♪ ♪ You are breathless
with a wild anticipation ♪ ♪ Of adventure and
excitement and romance ♪ ♪ Then at last you see
the towers of the palace ♪ ♪ Silhouetted on the sky
above the park ♪ ♪ And below them is
a row of lighted windows ♪ ♪ Like a lovely diamond necklace
in the dark ♪ ♪ It looks that way ♪ ♪ The way you say ♪ ♪ She talks
as if she knows ♪ ♪ I do not know
these things are so ♪ ♪ I only just suppose ♪ ♪ I suppose that when you
come into the ballroom ♪ ♪ And the room itself
is floating in the air ♪ ♪ You're suddenly confronted
by his highness ♪ ♪ You are frozen like
a statue on the stair ♪ ♪ You're afraid he'll hear
the way your heart
is beating ♪ ♪ And you know you mustn't
make the first advance ♪ ♪ You are seriously
thinking of retreating ♪ ♪ Then you seem to hear him
asking you to dance ♪ ♪ You make a bow
a timid bow ♪ ♪ And shyly answer yes ♪ ♪ How would you know
that this is so ♪ ♪ I do no more
than guess ♪ ♪ I do no more
than guess ♪ I think I can
picture such a man. - He is tall--
- And straight as a lance. - His eyes--
- Can melt you
with a glance. Yes! I can picture
the whole thing. How you start thinking-- <i> Start thinking what?</i> Thinking how wonderful
it all is. How wonderful what all is? - Everything!
- Oh, yes! Oh, enough of this nonsense! Upstairs with both of you
and get some sleep. Here!
You get to work! ♪ A lovely night ♪ ♪ A lovely night ♪ ♪ A finer night you know
you'll never see ♪ ♪ You meet your prince ♪ ♪ A charming prince ♪ ♪ As charming as a prince
will ever be ♪ ♪ The stars in a hazy heaven ♪ ♪ Tremble above you ♪ ♪ While he's whispering ♪ ♪ Darling, I love you ♪ ♪ You say good-bye ♪ ♪ Away you fly ♪ ♪ But on your lips
you'll keep a kiss ♪ ♪ All your life
you'll dream of this ♪ ♪ Lovely ♪ ♪ Lovely night ♪ ♪ A lovely night ♪ ♪ A lovely night ♪ ♪ A finer night
you know you'll never see ♪ ♪ You meet your prince ♪ ♪ A charming prince ♪ ♪ As charming as a prince
will ever be ♪ ♪ The stars in a hazy heaven ♪ ♪ Tremble above you ♪ ♪ While he is whispering ♪ ♪ Darling, I love you ♪ ♪ You say good-bye ♪ ♪ Away you fly ♪ ♪ But on your lips
you'll keep a kiss ♪ ♪ All your life
you'll dream of this ♪ ♪ Lovely ♪ ♪ Lovely night ♪ ♪ You say good-bye ♪ ♪ Away you fly ♪ ♪ But on your lips
you'll keep a kiss ♪ ♪ All your life
you'll dream of this ♪ ♪ Lovely ♪ ♪ Lovely ♪ ♪ Lovely night ♪♪ This is all I found. There was no other
trace of her. Perhaps it's just as well. What makes you say that,
Father? A young lady given to sudden mysterious appearances
and disappearances... seems to lack the first
qualification for a queen. And what is that, my dear? She should not
disappear into thin air. Oh, I am certain,
once married, she would settle down. May not be possible.
Perhaps she's bewitched. I know only that
she has bewitched me and that I must find her. You may be searching
for someone who does not exist,
my boy. You may be in love
with a dream. ♪ Do I love you
because you're beautiful ♪ Or is she beautiful
because you love her? ♪ Am I making believe
I see in you ♪ ♪ A girl too lovely to ♪ ♪ Be really true ♪ ♪ Do I want you
because you're wonderful ♪ Or is she wonderful
because you want her? ♪ Are you the sweet invention
of a lover's dream ♪ ♪ Or are you really
as beautiful ♪ ♪ As you seem ♪ Cinderella:<i>
♪ Do I want you
because you're wonderful ♪</i> <i> ♪ Or are you wonderful ♪</i> <i> ♪ Because I want you ♪</i> ♪ Are you the sweet invention
of a lover's dream ♪ ♪ Or are you really
as wonderful ♪ ♪ As you seem ♪♪ From one end of the kingdom
to the other, I shall seek my bride. The sun is setting,
Your Highness. We have tried
the glass slipper on the feet
of countless maidens. It is time to rest
for another day. I cannot rest
until I find her. There is another cottage
in the distance. He's approaching! Oh! Oh! Oh, the prince
is coming! Oh! Cinderella, go out
and tend the garden! - Now?
- At once! We cannot have you here
dusting when the prince arrives. - I thought I might--<i>
- You thought what?</i> I thought I might
get a glimpse of him. <i> This is a most
important occasion.</i> <i> We must make
the best possible impression
on the prince.</i> <i> Now go!
And keep out of sight!</i> Yes, ma'am. Oh, I'm so excited!
How do I look? And I'm so nervous!
What shall I say?
What shall I do? Just get your foot
in the slipper!
That's all! <i> ( trumpet fanfare )</i> He is here! Oh! Oh! You. - Ooh!
- Push! Next. ( chuckling ) ( grunting, laughing ) Ow! My poor feet! Oh! Are there any other
young maidens in the house? No. - Cinderella?
- Oh, Fairy Godmother. Why are you weeping now? The prince is going, and I will never
see him again. But he's traveled far and he is sad and weary... - and--
- and thirsty. At least I can offer him a dipper of cool water
from the well. That would be
a great kindness. Oh, yes, Fairy Godmother! Yes! Yes! Thank you,
dear Fairy Godmother! Your highness!
Your highness! What is it, miss? You have traveled far. You are sad and weary
and thirsty. Here is a dipper of cool water
from the well. Thank you, lass. More? No. Thank you most kindly. You are most kindly welcome,
Your Highness. We have spoken
these words before. Yes, Your Highness. Not only here,
but in a moonlit garden. Yes, Your Highness. <i> Cinderella!
What are you doing?</i> Silence! The slipper. ♪ Impossible ♪ ♪ Things are happening
every day ♪♪ <i> ♪ Do I love you
because you're beautiful ♪</i> <i> ♪ Or are you beautiful ♪</i> <i> ♪ Because I love you ♪</i> <i> ♪ Am I making believe
I see in you ♪</i> <i> ♪ A girl too lovely to ♪</i> <i> ♪ Be really true ♪</i> <i> ♪ Do I want you
because you're wonderful ♪</i> <i> ♪ Or are you wonderful ♪</i> <i> ♪ Because I want you ♪</i> <i> ♪ Are you the sweet invention
of a lover's dream ♪</i> <i> ♪ Or are you really
as beautiful ♪</i> <i> ♪ As you seem ♪</i> <i> ♪ Oh, ahh ♪♪</i>
