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[Drizella hits high note, while Anastasia's finger gets caught in the flute, causing it to hit Drizella's chin]
Drizella: You clumsy
[takes flute and hits Anastasia in the head]
Drizella: You did it on purpose.
Anastasia: It wasn't my fault.
Stepmother: Girls. Girls. Above all, self-control.
Stepmother: Drizella? Drizella.
Drizella: Mmm? What?
Stepmother: Get up. Quick, this instant. We haven't a moment to lose. Anastasia? Anastasia. Wake up, Anastasia.
Anastasia: Huh? Huh, what's the matter?
Stepmother: Oh, everyone's talking about it. The whole kingdom. He'll be here any minute.
Drizella: Who, now?
Stepmother: The Grand Duke. He's been hunting all night.
Drizella: Hunting?
Stepmother: For that girl. The one who lost her slipper at the ball last night. They say he's madly in love with her.
Anastasia: The Duke is?
Stepmother: No, no, no. The Prince.
Cinderella: [upon hearing of the royal ball] Why, that means I can go too.
Drizella: [to Anastasia and Stepmother] Hah! Her, dancing with the Prince.
Anastasia: [mocking Cinderella for suggesting that a servant could go to the ball] I'd be honoured Your Highness. Would you mind holding my broom. Ha Ha!
[as Anastasia tries on the glass slipper, which at first appears to fit]
Anastasia: There. I knew it was my slipper. Exactly my size. I always wear the same size. You see...
[the Herald lifts up her foot, revealing the shoe to just barely cover her toe]
Anastasia: Oh. Well, maybe it is a trifle snug today. You know how it is, dancing all night...
[the Herald tries to hammer the shoe on]
Anastasia: It always fit perfectly before. I don't think you're half trying.
Stepmother: [indicating the sleeping Grand Duke] Shh. Quiet, my dear, we mustn't disturb his Grace.
[to the Herald]
Stepmother: Young man, are you sure you're trying it on the right foot?
[as the Grand Duke tries to stop Cinderella from leaving the ball]
Grand Duke: Uh, mademoiselle? Se�orita? Mein Fra�lein?
[the Fairy Godmother appears as Cinderella sobs]
Cinderella: Oh, no. No, it isn't true. It's just no use. I can't believe. Not anymore. There's nothing left to believe in. Nothing.
Fairy Godmother: That's not true, dear.
Cinderella: Yes it is...
Fairy Godmother: Nonsense, child. If you'd lost all your dreams, I couldn't be here. And here I am.
The King: My son has been avoiding his responsibilities long enough. It's high time he married and settled down.
Grand Duke: Of course, your Majesty, but we must be patient...
The King: I AM PATIENT.
[throws an inkwell]
Cinderella: Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and boring, and completely...
[sighs]
Cinderella: Completely wonderful.
Cinderella: Why, it's like a dream. A wonderful dream come true.
Fairy Godmother: Yes, my child, but like all dreams, well, I'm afraid this can't last forever. You have only until midnight, and...
Cinderella: Midnight? Oh, thank you...
Fairy Godmother: Oh, now, you must understand, my dear: At the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before.
Cinderella: Oh, I understand, but... it's more than I ever hoped for.
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