Corpse Bride (2005)

Paul Whitehouse: William Van Dort, Mayhew, Paul the Head Waiter

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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.

• 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.

• Mayhew : [about Victoria's marriage to Lord Barkis]  I guess they didn't want to waste the cake!

• 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!

• 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!

• 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!

• 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] 

• 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!

• 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.