Bernadette Peters credited as playing...
Cinderella's Stepmother
- Lionel: You know, I honestly wish there was something between us.
- Stepmother: Really?
- Lionel: Yes. A continent.
- [walks away]
- Lionel: Are there any other young women in the house?
- Stepmother: [speaking in high-pitched voice] How young?
- Lionel: Younger than you.
- Stepmother: I've always been told I've got too big a heart.
- Calliope, Minerva: You've got too big a heart, Mother.
- 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: 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.
- Lionel: [singing] The prince is giving a ball. His Royal Highness Christopher Rupert son of Her Majesty Queen Constantina, Charlotte Ermintrude, Gwinyvere Maisie.
- Stepmother: Maisie?
- Lionel: [spoken, then sung] Maisie. Marguerite Anne is giving a ball.
- 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: [seeing the glass slipper fitting on Cinderella's foot perfectly, then groaning as she pretends to faint] Nooo-o-o!
- Lionel: Quiet, woman!