Corpse Bride (2005)
Paul Whitehouse: William Van Dort, Mayhew, Paul the Head Waiter
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Quotes
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Bonejangles : Hit it, boys. Hey! Give me a listen, you corpses of cheer,/Least those of you who still got an ear./I"ll tell you a story make a skeleton cry/Of our own jubiliciously lovely corpse bride!
[the camera zooms in on Emily, who smiles wistfully]
Bone Boys : Die, die, we all pass away/But don"t wear a frown "cause it"s really okay/And you might try and hide/And you might try and pray/But we all end up the remains of the day/Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Bonejangles : Well, our girl was a beauty known for miles around/When a mysterious stranger came into town./He was plenty good-lookin", but down on his cash./And our poor little baby, she fell hard and fast
[as he sings this, he dips the Corpse Bride]
Bonejangles : When her daddy said no, she just couldn"t cope/So our lovers came up with a plan to elope!
Bone Boys : Die, die, we all pass away/But don"t wear a frown "cause it"s really okay/And you might try and hide/And you might try and pray/But we all end up the remains of the day/Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Bonejangles : [after instrumental] That"s right. Okay. Oh, yeah. Come on, boys, pick it up. Yeah. Like it. Okay, Chancy, take it. Yeah. Yeah! That"s nice. Yeah. So they conjured up a plan to meet late at night./They told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight./Now her mother"s wedding dress fit like a glove./You don"t need much when you"re really in love./Except for a few things, or so I"m told,/Like the family jewls and a sachel of gold./Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree,/On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three,/She was ready to go, but where was he?
Short Dead Cook : And then?
Bonejangles : She waited.
Short Dead Cook , Mrs. Plum : And then?
Bonejangles : There in the shadows, was it her man?
Short Dead Cook , Mrs. Plum , Tall Dead Cook : And then?
Bonejangles : Her little heart beat so loud!
Short Dead Cook , Mrs. Plum , Tall Dead Cook , Paul The Head Waiter : And then?
Bonejangles : And then, baby, everything went black./Now when she opened her eyes she was dead as dust./Her jewels were missin" and her heart was bust./So she made a vow lyin" under that tree/That she"d wait for her true love to come set her free./Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand./Then out of the blue comes this groovy young man/Who vows forever to be by her side./And that"s the story of our own corpse bride!
Bone Boys : Die, die, we all pass away/But don"t wear a frown "cause it"s really okay/And you might try and hide/And you might try and pray/But we all end up the remains of the day/Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Emil : Lord and Lady Everglot, Mr. and Mrs. Van Dort.
William Van Dort : [to Maudeline] Why... you must be Miss Victoria. Yes, I must say you don"t look a day over twenty. No. Oh, yes.
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Mayhew : [about Victoria"s marriage to Lord Barkis] I guess they didn"t want to waste the cake!
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Nell Van Dort : [singing] It"s a beautiful day!
William Van Dort : [singing] It"s a rather nice day.
Nell Van Dort : [singing] A day for a glorious wedding!
William Van Dort : A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear.
Nell Van Dort : A rehearsal for a glorious wedding!
William Van Dort : Assuming nothing happens that we don"t really know.
Nell Van Dort : That nothing unexpected interferes with the show.
Nell Van Dort , William Van Dort : [singing] And that"s why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...
Nell Van Dort : [singing] According to plan!
William Van Dort : Our son will be married!
Nell Van Dort : [singing] According to plan!
William Van Dort : And our family carried,
Nell Van Dort , William Van Dort : [singing] Elevated to the heights of society!
Nell Van Dort : To the costumed balls!
William Van Dort : In the hallowed halls!
Nell Van Dort : Rubbing elbows with the finest!
William Van Dort : And having crumpets with Her Highness!
Nell Van Dort , William Van Dort : [singing] We"ll be there! We"ll be seen! Having tea with the queen! We"ll forget everything... that we"ve ever ever been!
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Maudeline Everglot : [speaking] Marriage is a partnership, a little tit for tat; you"d think a lifetime watching us
[singing]
Maudeline Everglot : might have taught her that, might have taught her that.
Finnis Everglot : Everything must be perfect.
Maudeline Everglot : Everything must be perfect.
Maudeline Everglot , Finnis Everglot : Everything must be perfect, perfect!
Maudeline Everglot , Finnis Everglot , Nell Van Dort , William Van Dort : That"s why everything/every last everything/every single tiny microscopic little thing must go... According to plan!
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William Van Dort : You"ve certainly hooked a winner this time, Victor.
Nell Van Dort : Now, all you have to do is reel her in.
Victor Van Dort : I"m already reeling, Mother. Shouldn"t Victoria Everglot be marrying a lord or something?
Nell Van Dort : Oh, nonsense. We"re every bit of good as the Everglots. I always knew I deserved better than a fish merchant"s life.
Victor Van Dort : But I"ve never even spoken to her.
Nell Van Dort : Well, at least we have that in our favor.
[Mayhew coughs]
Nell Van Dort : Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing!
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Paul The Head Waiter : Coming through, coming through. My name is Paul, the head waiter. I will be creating your wedding feast.
Maggot : [popping out the Corpse Bride"s eye] Wedding feast, I"m salivating.
The Corpse Bride : [pushing the maggot back into her eye] Maggots.
[laughs]
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Nell Van Dort : Oh, it"s almost dawn! Where could he be?
Town Crier : Victor Van Dort elopes with corpse! Heartbroken bride to wed wealthy newcomer!
Nell Van Dort : Wealthy newcomer? It cannot be.
William Van Dort : Did he say corpse?
Nell Van Dort : Oh, don"t be ridiculous. What corpse would marry our Victor?
[Mayhew coughs]
Nell Van Dort : Oh, Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing! Mayhew, are you trying to kill us? I think he"s trying to kill us!
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Nell Van Dort : Blimey, it"s my dress is caught.
Mayhew : Begging your pardon, ma"am.
William Van Dort : Come on, dear.
Nell Van Dort : It"s not me. It"s my dress that"s caught. Where is Victor? We might be late.