Cinderella Quotes

Lady Tremaine: [from trailer] Wouldn't you prefer to eat when all the work is done, Ella?

Cinderella: Yes, stepmother.

Lady Tremaine: You needn't call me that; Madam will do.

[from trailer]

Prince Charming: I have to see her again.

[from TV spot]

Lady Tremaine: What on earth have you been doing?

Cinderella: Dreaming, that's all.

Lady Tremaine: Well, then wake up!

Drizella: [from trailer] Cinder Wench!

Anastasia: Dirty Ella!

[chuckles briefly]

Drizella: *Cinder*-Ella!

Cinderella: [from trailer] It was my mother's old dress.

Lady Tremaine: It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.

Cinderella: I shouldn't.

Prince Charming: You should.

Cinderella: I shouldn't!

Prince Charming: You should!

Cinderella: I will.

[She and Kit kiss]

Fairy Godmother: I'm your Hairy Dogfather... Oh! I mean, your Fairy Godmother.

[after Cinderella finds her outside and asks who she is]

Fairy Godmother: At the last stroke of midnight, the spell will be broken.

Cinderella: Midnight?

Fairy Godmother: Midnight.

Cinderella: That's more than enough time!

Lady Tremaine: [points at Ella's breakfast plate] Who's this for? Is there someone we've forgotten?

Cinderella: [smiles] It's my place.

Lady Tremaine: Oh, it seems too much to expect you to prepare breakfast, serve it and to sit with us. Wouldn't you prefer to eat when all the work is done, Ella? Or should I say, *Cinder*-Ella? Hmm?

Cinderella: [while she and Kit are dancing at the ball] They're all looking at you.

Prince Charming: Believe me - they're all looking at you.

Captain: Madam, there is no other maiden in your house?

Lady Tremaine: No!

Captain: Then has your cat learned to sing?

Grand Duke: I'm sure your father spoke to you about your behavior in the forest.

Prince Charming: Is that any business of yours, Grand Duke?

Grand Duke: Your business is my business, Your Royal Highness. It would not do to let the stag go free.

Prince Charming: Just because it's what's done, doesn't mean it's what's should be done. Or something like that.

Cinderella: [as they're heading to the palace balcony to appear before the wedding crowd] Are you ready?

Prince Charming: For anything, so long as it's with you.

Ella's Mother: Do you still believe that they understand you?

Ella: Don't they, Mother?

Ella's Mother: Oh yes. I believe that animals listen and speak to us if we only have the ear for it. That's how we learn to look after them.

Ella: Who looks after us?

Ella's Mother: Fairy godmothers, of course.

Ella: And do you believe in them?

Ella's Mother: I believe in everything.

Ella: Then I believe in everything, too!

Cinderella: Mr. Lizard, I'm scared. I'm only a girl, not a princess.

Lizard Footman: And I'm only a lizard, not a footman. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Captain: [to Cinderella] Miss. You are requested and required to present yourself to your king.

Lady Tremaine: I forbid you to do this!

Captain: And I forbid you to forbid her! Who are you to stop an officer of the king? Are you an empress? A saint? A deity?

Lady Tremaine: I am her mother.

Cinderella: You have never been... and you never will be my mother.

[last lines]

Fairy Godmother: [narrating] And so Kit and Ella were married. And I can tell you, as her fairy godmother, that they were counted to be the fairest and kindest rulers the kingdom had known. And Ella continued to see the world not as it is, but as it could be, if only you believe in courage, and kindness, and occasionally, just a little bit... of magic.

Fairy Godmother: [after the greenhouse and pumpkin transform into a golden carriage] There! One carriage!

Cinderella: [in amazement] You really *are* my fairy godmother!

Cinderella: [sighs as she and Kit look at portraits of their parents in the gallery before going onto the balcony to greet the wedding crowd] They would have loved each other.

Prince Charming: We must have a portrait of you painted.

Cinderella: [giggles] Oh no, I do *hate* myself in paintings.

Prince Charming: Be kind.

Cinderella: [giggles again] And have courage.

Prince Charming: And all will be well.

Cinderella: [after Lady Tremaine shatters her glass slipper on the wall; horrified and angry] Why? Why are you so *cruel*? I don't understand it. I've tried to be kind to you.

Lady Tremaine: You? Kind to me?

Cinderella: Yes. And though no one deserves to be treated as you have treated me. Why are you doing it? WHY?

Lady Tremaine: Why? Because YOU are *young*, and *innocent*, and *good*, and I...

[she furiously turns to leave, locking Cinderella in her room]

Cinderella: No! No!

[Anastasia is struggling to put on the glass slipper, which is far too small for her foot]

Anastasia: [prolonged, unlady-like grunt] *IT FITS ME!*

Cinderella: But... All the ladies in the land are invited. By order of the king.

Lady Tremaine: It is the *king* I'm thinking of. It would be an insult to the royal personage to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.

Cinderella: [appalled] Rags? This was my mother's.

Lady Tremaine: [Tremaine inches closer to Ella] Oh... Sorry to have to tell you, but your mother's taste was questionable. This *thing* is so old-fashioned, it's practically falling to pieces.

[Tremaine tugs harshly the sleeve of Ella's dress causing the sleeve to rip completely]

Prince Charming: Who are you?

Cinderella: I am Cinderella. Your Majesty, I am no princess. I have no carriage, no parents, no dowry. I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit But, if it does Will you take me as I am? A good honest country girl who loves you.

Prince Charming: Of course I would. But only if you'll take me as I am, an apprentice still learning his trade. Please...

[Prince Charming invites Ella to sit on a nearby chair as the Grand Duke watches in fear, the Captain looks on with a smile as he places the slipper on Ella's foot. It fits perfectly! He takes Ella by the hand and is just about to kiss her when the Stepsisters burst into the room]

Drizella: [apologetically] Ella! Ella! My dear sister! I'm sorry, so very sorry.

[the two curtsy to Cinderella and the prince]

Princess Chelina of Zaragosa: You're as handsome as your picture, and your little kingdom is charming.

Prince Charming: I hope you don't find our kingdom too confining.

Lady Tremaine: [Captain and Lady Tramaine walking into Cinderella's room] There, see, I told you, there is no one of any importance.

Captain: [to Lady Tremaine] We'll see about that.

[to Cinderella]

Captain: Miss, you are requested and required to present yourself to your king.

Lady Tremaine: Now, here is how you will pay me, if you are to have what you desire. No one will believe you, a dirty servant girl without a family, if you lay claim to the Prince's heart. But with a respectable gentlewoman to put you forward, you will not be ignored. When you are married, you will make *me* the head of the royal household. Anastasia and Drizella we will pair off with wealthy lords, and *I* shall manage that boy.

Cinderella: But he's not a boy.

Lady Tremaine: And who are you? How would *you* rule a kingdom? Best to leave it to me; that way we all get what we want.

Cinderella: No.

Lady Tremaine: No?

Cinderella: I was not able to protect my father from you, but I will protect the prince *and* the kingdom, no matter what becomes of me.

Cinderella: Fairy godmother?

Fairy Godmother: Yes, what?

Cinderella: My dress. I can't go in this dress. Can you mend it?

Fairy Godmother: Mend it? No-no, I'll turn it into something new.

Cinderella: Oh no, please, don't. This was my mother's, and... and I'd like to wear it when I go to the palace. It's almost like - taking her with me.

Fairy Godmother: I understand. But I don't think she'd mind if I - gee it up a bit? Wouldn't mind a nice blue?

Cinderella: [whispering] No.

[Using her magic wand, the Fairy Godmother turns Cinderella's torn pink dress into a dazzling blue ballgown]

Fairy Godmother: [smiles in satisfaction] There!

Cinderella: [also smiles] It's beautiful! She'd love it.

[the King is dying]

Prince Charming: Father, don't go.

King: I must.

[pause]

King: You needn't be alone. Take a bride. The Princess Chelina. What if I commanded you to do so?

Prince Charming: I love and respect you, but I will not. I believe that we need not look outside of our borders for strength or guidance. What we need is right before us, and we need only have courage and be kind to see it.

King: Just so. You've become your own man. Good. And perhaps, in the little time left to me, I can become the father you deserve. You must not marry for advantage. You must marry for love. Find that girl. Find her. The one they're all talking about. The forgetful one...

Prince Charming: Who loses her shoes.

King: [laughs] Loses her shoes...

[the Prince laughs, and cries too]

King: Be cheerful, boy.

Prince Charming: Thank you, Father.

King: I love you, Kit.

Prince Charming: I love you, Father.

Cinderella: You've nearly frightened the life out of him.

Prince Charming: Who?

Cinderella: The stag. What's he ever done to you that you should chase him about?

Prince Charming: I must confess I've never meet him before. He is a friend of yours?

Cinderella: An acquaintance. We met just now. I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine, and i just felt he had a great deal left to do with his life. That's all.

Cinderella: Pease don't let them hurt him.

Prince Charming: But we're hunting, you see. It's what's done.

Cinderella: Just because it's what's done doesn't mean it's what should be done.

Grand Duke: [holding the heel of the broken glass slipper] May I ask where you got this?

Lady Tremaine: From a ragged servant girl in my household.

Grand Duke: The mystery princess is a commoner.

Lady Tremaine: You could imagine when I discovered her subterfuge how horrified I was.

Grand Duke: You told no one else?

Lady Tremaine: Not even my own daughters. No one need ever know the truth.

Grand Duke: You've spared the kingdom a great deal of embarrassment.

Lady Tremaine: And I should like to keep it that way.

Grand Duke: Are you threatening me?

Lady Tremaine: Yes.

Grand Duke: So, what do you want?

Lady Tremaine: I should like to be a countess. And I require advantageous marriages for my two daughters.

Grand Duke: Done. And the girl?

Lady Tremaine: Oh. Do with her what you will. She's nothing to me.

Anastasia: You look cheerful.

Drizella: And wet.

Cinderella: Uh, I took a walk in the rain to cheer myself up.

Drizella: Typical.

Drizella: We did not communicate through mere words. Our souls met.

Anastasia: Precisely. My soul and the prince's soul. Your soul was over by the banquet tables.

Drizella: You didn't see him dance with me.

Lady Tremaine: Dance with you? He didn't even speak to you.

Anastasia: It was not our fault, Mother. It was that girl.

Drizella: The mystery princess.

Cinderella: Mystery princess? My, what a charming notion.

Lady Tremaine: Ugh, she was no princess. She was a preening interloper who made a spectacle of herself.

Lady Tremaine: A vulgar, young hussy marched into the ball, unaccompanied, if you will, and to the horror of everyone, threw herself at the prince.

Anastasia: And he actually danced with the ugly thing.

Cinderella: Yes?

Drizella: Yes. It was pity. He was too polite to send her packing in front of everyone, you see. But not wanting to expose us to the presumptuous wench any further, he took he apart.

Anastasia: And told her off. But she refused to leave and the palace guards chased her from the party! I pity the prince. Such bad taste.

Drizella: They belong with each other.

Lady Tremaine: Well, it's no matter, girls. The ball was a mere diversion. The prince is not free to marry for love. He's promised to the Princess Chelina of Zaragoza. The Grand Duke told me himself.

Drizella: It's so very unfair.

Lady Tremaine: Yes. The way of the world.

Prince Charming: Won't you tell me who you really are?

Cinderella: If I do, I think everything might be different.

Prince Charming: I don't understand. Can you at least tell me your name?

Captain: People are saying she's a princess. Our prince seems quite taken with her.

Grand Duke: She went straight for him. You have to appreciate her efficiency.

Cinderella: What's wrong?

Prince Charming: When I go back, they will try to pair me off with a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for advantage.

Cinderella: Oh. Well, whose advantage?

Prince Charming: That is a good question.

Cinderella: Well, surely you have a right to your own heart.

Prince Charming: And I must weigh that against the king's wishes. He's a wise ruler and a loving father.

Cinderella: Well, perhaps he'll change his mind.

Prince Charming: I fear he hasn't much time to do so.

Cinderella: Poor Kit.

Cinderella: So, you're the prince.

Prince Charming: Well, not "the prince", exactly. There are plenty of princes in the world. I'm only *a* prince.

Cinderella: But your name's not really Kit.

Prince Charming: Oh, certainly it is, and my father still calls me that, when he's especially un-peeved at me.

Cinderella: But you're no apprentice.

Prince Charming: I am. An apprentice monarch. Still learning my trade.

Cinderella: Oh, gosh!

Prince Charming: Look, please forgive me. I thought you might treat me differently if you knew. I mistook you for a good, honest country girl, and now I see you didn't want to overawe a plain soldier.

Cinderella: Little chance of that.

Prince Charming: No more surprises?

Cinderella: No more surprises.

Cinderella: [making her entrance at the ball] Mr. Kit.

Prince Charming: It's you, isn't it?

Cinderella: Just so.

Cinderella: Is that you?

Prince Charming: I hate myself in paintings. Don't you?

Cinderella: No one's ever painted my portrait.

Prince Charming: No? Well, they should.

Fairy Godmother: Why are you crying?

Cinderella: Oh, it's nothing.

Fairy Godmother: Nothing? Nothing. What is a bowl of milk? Nothing. But kindness makes it everything.

Fairy Godmother: What we need is something that sort of says "coach".

Cinderella: Um... oh, that trough?

Fairy Godmother: Doesn't really say "coach." No. No, no, I'm liking fruit and veg. Do you grow watermelons?

Cinderella: No.

Fairy Godmother: Cantaloupe?

Cinderella: I don't even know what that is.

Fairy Godmother: Artichoke? Kumquat? Beef tomato?

Cinderella: But we do have pumpkins.

Fairy Godmother: Ah. Pumpkins? This'll be a first for me. Always interesting. I don't usually work with squashes, too mushy.

Fairy Godmother: Now, I don't mean to hurry you, but you really haven't got long, Ella.

Cinderella: How do you know me? Who are you?

Fairy Godmother: Who am I? I should think you'd have worked that one out.

Cinderella: [skeptical of the Fairy Godmother's claim of her identity] You can't be.

Fairy Godmother: Why not?

Cinderella: They don't exist. They're just made up for children.

Fairy Godmother: Didn't your own mother believe in them? Don't say no, 'cause I heard her.

Cinderella: You heard her?

Fairy Godmother: Oh, fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle. Right! First things first. Let me slip into something more comfortable.

Anastasia: A vision, sister.

Drizella: Likewise.

Anastasia: We must compete for the prince's hand. But let it not mean we harbor dark thoughts against each other.

Drizella: Of course not, dear sister. I wouldn't dream of poisoning you before we leave for the ball.

Anastasia: Oh, nor I of pushing you from a moving carriage on the way there.

Drizella: Or I of dashing your brains out on the palace steps as we arrive. We are sisters, after all.

Anastasia: And blood is so much thicker than water.

Lady Tremaine: [after Ella hears the announcement of the ball] Having delivered your news, why are you still here? You must return to town right away and tell that seamstress to run us up three fine ballgowns.

Cinderella: Three? That's very thoughtful of you.

Lady Tremaine: What do you mean?

Cinderella: To think of me.

Lady Tremaine: Think of you?

Drizella: Mummy, she believes the other dress is for her. Poor slow, little Cinders. How embarrassing.

Lady Tremaine: [laughing] You're too ambitious for your own good.

Cinderella: Oh, no. I only want to see my friend.

Lady Tremaine: Let me be very clear. One gown for Anastasia, one for Drizella, and one for me!

[she says something in French]

Anastasia: She doesn't know what that means.

Lady Tremaine: [Ella responds in French] Good. Right. That's settled, then. Now go! Every girl in the kingdom will be chasing the prince. You must get there first before the seamstress is drowning in work!

Anastasia: [following behind] Tell me what she said, Drizella.

Drizella: I speak French, not Italian!

Captain: [getting the best of Kit while fencing] Wake up, Your Royal Highness. You're in a daze.

Prince Charming: Oh, sorry.

Captain: You've been off since the hunt.

Prince Charming: It's that wonderful girl. I can't stop thinking about her.

Captain: Well, there are plenty of girls.

Prince Charming: But her spirit, her goodness...

Captain: You don't suppose she has a sister, do you?

Prince Charming: I don't know. I don't know anything about her.

Captain: Perhaps your mystery girl may come to the ball. That is why you threw the doors open, is it not?

Prince Charming: Captain. It was for the benefit of the people.

Captain: Of course. How shall of me.

Prince Charming: And if she comes, then what?

Captain: Then you will tell her you're a prince. And a prince may take whichever bride he wishes.

Prince Charming: Ha!

Captain: Ha?

Prince Charming: Yes, "ha". You know my father and the Grand Duke will only have me marry a princess.

Captain: Well, if this girl from the forest is as charming as you say, they may change their minds.

Master Phineus: Master Phineus, master of the paintbrush, patiently awaits.

King: Make him look marriageable, Master Phineus. We must attract a suitable bride, even if he won't listen to a word I say.

Master Phineus: I shall endeavor to please, Your Majesty. But I can't work miracles.

King: You sound as if you're the first fellow ever to meet a pretty girl.

Prince Charming: She wasn't a "pretty girl." Well, she was a pretty girl, but there was so much more to her.

King: How much more? You've only met her once. How could you know anything about her?

Prince Charming: You told me you knew right away when you met Mother.

King: Yeah, that's different. Your mother was a princess.

Prince Charming: You would have loved her anyway.

King: I would never have seen her, because it wouldn't have been appropriate. And my father would have told me what I'm telling you, and I would have listened.

Prince Charming: No, you wouldn't.

King: Yes, I would.

Prince Charming: No, you wouldn't.

King: I would.

Prince Charming: You wouldn't.

King: You're right.

Prince Charming: Well, how is he?

King's Doctor: Your Majesty...

King: Never mind. If it takes that long to work out a way to say it, I already know.

Prince Charming: Miss, what do they call you?

Cinderella: Never mind what they call me.

Prince Charming: You shouldn't be this deep in the forest alone.

Cinderella: I'm not alone. I'm with you, Mr... what do they call you?

Prince Charming: You don't know who I am? That is... they call me Kit. Well, my father does, when he's in a good mood.

Cinderella: And... where do you live, Mr. Kit?

Prince Charming: At the palace. My father's teaching me his trade.

Cinderella: You're an apprentice?

Prince Charming: Of a sort.

Fairy Godmother: [narrating, after Ella's father dies] How indeed to live. Economies had to be taken. Ella's step-mother dismissed the household. Her step-mother and step-sisters ever misused her. And by and by they considered Ella less a sister than a servant. And so Ella was left to do all the work. This was a good thing, for it distracted her from her grief. At least that was what her step-mother said. And she and her two daughters were more than happy to provide Ella with lots and lots of distraction. In their defense, they did share with her the very food they ate, or rather, the scraps from their table. She had little in the way of friends. Well, her friends were very little.

Cinderella: [seeing Gus-Gus and his fellow mice] There you are. Have dinner with me, won't you?

Fairy Godmother: But those friends she had, she treated with an open heart and an open hand.

Cinderella: [setting up a overturned teacup and mini-doily] Your table.

Fairy Godmother: Sometimes, by the end of the day, the drafty attic was too cold to spend the night in, so she lay by the dying embers of the hearth to keep warm.

Fairy Godmother: [narrating] Ella's great comfort were the letters that Father would send from his travels. The weeks away lengthened to months, but every day would bring his thoughts from some distant part. Until late one afternoon...

Cinderella: [answering the front door] Farmer John?

Farmer: Miss Ella. It's your father, miss. He took ill on the road. He's passed on, miss. He's gone. To the end, he spoke only of you, miss. And your mother. I was to give you this.

[he gives her a thin tree branch]

Anastasia: But what about my lace?

Drizella: My parasol?

Lady Tremaine: Can't you see? None of that matters. We're ruined. How will we live?

Cinderella: [crying, turning back to Farmer John] Thank you. It must have been very difficult for you.

Ella's Father: What would like me to bring you home from abroad? You know, your sisters... uh, step-sisters, have asked for parasols and lace. What... what will you have?

Cinderella: Bring me the first branch your shoulder brushes on your journey.

Ella's Father: That's a curious request.

Cinderella: Well, you'll have to take it with you on your way and think of me when you look at it. And when you bring it back, it means that you'll be with it. And that's what I really want. For you to come back. No matter what.

Ella's Father: Ella, while I'm away, I want you to be good to your stepmother and stepsisters, even though they may be... trying at times.

Cinderella: I promise.

Ella's Father: Thank you. I always leave a part of me behind, Ella. Remember that. A-And-And your... your mother's here, too, though-though you see her not. She's the very heart of this place. And that's why we must cherish this house, always, for her.

Cinderella: I miss her. Do you?

Ella's Father: Very much.

Cinderella: Would you like a tour of the house?

Drizella: What did she say?

Anastasia: She wants to show us around her farmhouse. She's proud of it, I think.