Fairy Godmother: 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 dewey-eyed dopes / Keep building up impossible hopes / Impossible / Things are happening everyday

King: Who is that charming girl?

Queen Constantina: No one seems to know. She is stunning isn't she?

King: A vision. Why, if I were young man I'd.


Queen Constantina: Yes, dear?

King: Well, I'd be younger, wouldn't I?

Queen Constantina: Yes, dear.

Cinderella: I doubt he has any idea how a girl should be treated.

The Prince: Like a princess, I suppose.

Cinderella: No, like a person, with kindness and respect.

The Prince: Was it last summer at the lake?

Cinderella: No, I can't swim.

Cinderella: The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear are still inside my head / The kindest words I'll ever know are waiting to be said / The most entrancing sight of all is yet for me to see / And the dearest love in all the world is waiting somewhere for me / Is waiting somewhere, somewhere for me.

Queen Constantina: We're just planning a little get together, nothing fancy. Just family, a few close friends and all the eligible young women in the kingdom.

The Prince: Mother.

Queen Constantina: We're only talking four or five hundred at the most.

Lionel: You know, I honestly wish there was something between us.

Stepmother: Really?

Lionel: Yes. A continent.

[walks away]

Cinderella: Why? Why is this so hard for you to imagine?

Stepmother: Because you're common, Cinderella. Your mother was common and so are you. Only you can wash your face and put on a clean dress, but underneath, you'll still be common. But a prince would even consider taking you for his bride? Why, it's laughable!

Cinderella: My father.

Stepmother: Your father was weak. He spoiled you rotten, he filled your head with silly thoughts and dreams that'll never come true. Never. Now, clean this place up. It's a sty.

Fairy Godmother: Cinderella, if you really love him, why don't you let him know?

Cinderella: How can I? Look at me.

Fairy Godmother: Do you really think he fell in love with your fancy gown and your pretty braids?

Cinderella: I don't know anymore and if you hadn't help me.

Fairy Godmother: You didn't need my help. You just thought you did. Believe in yourself, Cinderella, and trust him to love you as you really are.

Stepmother: Beauty knows no pain, girls!

Queen Constantina: So many beautiful girls! He'll meet someone tonight.

King: And if he doesn't?

Queen Constantina: This ball will never end!

Lionel: I don't think we ordered enough food.

Minerva: [singing] Why would a fella want a girl like her? / A frail and fluffy beauty? / Why can't a fella ever once prefer / a solid gal like me!

Calliope: She's a frothy little bubble / with a flimsy kind of charm / and with very little trouble / I could break her little arm!

Lionel: If he wants to kill me, why doesn't he just run me over with his carriage and get it over with?

Lionel: The Prince is Giving A Ball. His royal highness Christopher Rupert son of her majesty Queen Constantina Charlotte Hermantrude Guenivere Mazie.

Stepmother: Mazie?

Lionel: Mazie. Marguerite Anne is giving a ball.

Lionel: Don't worry your majesties he'll meet someone tonight. I can feel it in my bones.

Queen Constantina: You'll feel it in your bones if he doesn't.

[hits Lionel while he's standing on the ladder]

Lionel: [screams as he falls off of the ladder]

Cinderella: [singing] 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?

Stepmother: My girls are going to be the envy of everyone at the ball.

Stepmother: I've always been told I've got too big a heart.

CalliopeMinerva: You've got too big a heart, Mother.

Stepmother: Don't cling to the past Cinderella. It's not very attractive.

Lionel: Are there any other young women in the house?

Stepmother: [speaking in high-pitched voice] How young?

Lionel: Younger than you.

Minerva: Did you ever see such a lazy girl in your life?

Calliope: Who are you calling lazy?

Minerva: Not you, stupid, Cinderella!

Calliope: Oh. Who are you calling stupid?

Fairy Godmother: Impossible! / For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage / Impossible! / For a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage!/ The world is full of zanies and fools who don't believe in sensible rules.

Queen Constantina: His royal highness, Christoper Rupert, Windimir, Vladimir, Carl, Alexander, Francois, Reginald, Lancelot, Herman.

Lionel: Herman?

Queen Constantina: Herman. Gregory James! He'll thank us for it later, is giving a ball!

Stepmother: [singing] Falling in love with love is falling for make-believe/Falling in love with love is playing the fool/Caring too much is such a juvenile fancy/Learning to trust is just for children in school/I fell in love with love one night when the moon was full/I was unwise with eyes unable to see/I fell in love with love with love everlasting/And love fell out with me!

Cinderella: The Prince is Giving A Ball.

Cinderella: Go to the ball? Me? Why would I wanna go to the ball? I'd much rather sit here by the fire.

Cinderella: But those three are all I've got. Before my father died I promised him that we'd stay together as a family.

Fairy Godmother: Cinderella this can't be what your daddy had in mind for you baby.

Lionel: His royal highness Christopher Rupert son of his majesty King Maximillian Godfee Ladeslous Leapolt Sydney.

Ensemble: [speaking in unison] Sydney?

Lionel: Sydney. Fredrick John is giving a ball.

Cinderella: [after Fairy Godmother turns the pumpkin into a carriage] Oh my goodness.

Minerva: [the Prince dances with another girl] I want a chance at him!

Fairy Godmother: Impossible, for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage/Impossible for a plain country pumpkin and a prince to join in marriage. A slipper made of glass is just a shoe and dreamers never make the dream come true. Impossible.

Queen Constantina: Chris you've been up all night. Come have something to eat.

The Prince: I can't. I can't eat or rest until I've found her again.

Cinderella: But shouldn't a man love you for who you are, in spite of everything?

Stepmother: How quaint. Tell me, Cinderella, What would you say to capture the prince?

Cinderella: I don't know. But whatever I'd say, we'd know in an instant we were meant for each other. Then he'd smile, and kiss my hand.

Minerva: That's so romantic.

Calliope: Oh, say it again, Cinderella.

Stepmother: Rubbish! This isn't about love, it's about marriage.

Stepmother: NOOOO!

Lionel: Quiet, woman.