[the king and prince come into the room and witness a food fight; the giant wedding cake topples on Anastasia]
King:
Are we in the right room?
Stepmother:
[deflecting blame on the Grand Duke]
You! How could you let this happen?
[Panicked, the Grand Duke looks around]
Grand Duke:
[trying to clean up the cake]
Don't mind me, sir. I shall have it cleaned up in no time.
King:
See that you do. I want this wedding to go off without a hitch. And if it doesn't...
[He runs a finger across his throat]
Grand Duke:
[getting on his knees and begging]
Oh, no! Please, sire! I can explain. I, well, you see...
Prince Charming:
Father, allow me to introduce my bride-to-be, Anastasia.
[He leads Anastasia, who still has cake on her head, to the King]
Prince Charming:
Anastasia, this is my dad.
Anastasia:
[bowing]
It is an honor, Your Majesty.
King:
[holding out his hand]
Charmed, I'm sure.
[a piece of cake falls into the king's hand. The king wipes it on the Grand Duke's shoulder]
Prince Charming:
[after a short, awkward silence]
So, uh, who's up for a dance?