Corpse Bride/Transcript

Good morning.
Good morning.
Town Crier: Here ye, here ye, 10 minutes to go till Van Dort's wedding rehearsal.
Watch it!
It's a beautiful day
It's a rather nice day
A day for a glorious wedding
A rehearsal, my dear
To be perfectly clear
A rehearsal for a glorious wedding
Assuming nothing happens
That we don't really know
That nothing unexpected interferes with the show
And that's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
According to plan
Our son will be married
According to plan
Our family carried
Elevated to the heights of society
To the costume balls
In the hallowed halls
Rubbing elbows with the finest
Having crumpets with Her Highness
We'll be there, we'll be seen
Having tea with the queen
We'll forget everything
That we've ever, ever been
Blimey! It's my dress is caught.
Begging your pardon, ma'am.
Come on, dear.
It's not me. It's my dress is caught.
Where is Victor? We might be late.
Fish merchants.
It's a terrible day
Now, don't be that way
it's a terrible day for a wedding
it's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in
That has led to this ominous wedding
How could our family have come to this?
To marry off our daughter
To the nouveau riche
They're so common
So coarse
Oh, it couldn't be worse
Couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree
They could be land-rich,
Bankrupt aristocracy
Without a penny to their name
Just like you and me
Oh, dear.
And that's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
According to plan
Our daughter will wed
According to plan
Our family led
From the depths of deepest poverty
To the noble realm
Of our ancestry
And who would have guessed
in a million years
That our daughter with a face
Of an otter in disgrace
Would provide our ticket
To a rightful place
Oh, Hildegarde.
What if Victor and l don't like each other?
As if that has anything to do with marriage.
Do you suppose your father and l like each other?
Surely you must a little?
Of course not.
Of course not.
Get those corsets laced properly.
l can hear you speak without gasping.
You've certainly hooked a winner
this time, Victor.
Now, all you have to do is reel her in.
I'm already reeling, Mother.
Shouldn't Victoria Everglot be marrying a lord or something?
Oh, nonsense! We're every bit as good as the Everglots.
l always knew I deserved better than a fish merchant's life.
But I've never even spoken to her.
Well, at least we have that in our favor.
Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing.
Marriage is a partnership, a little tit for tat.
You'd think a lifetime watching us
Might have taught her that
Might have taught her that
Everything must be perfect
Everything must be perfect
Everything must be perfect
Perfect
That's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
According to plan
Look at the way you're standing.
You look like you got rickets or something
Oh, my goodness. Oh, such grandeur!
Such impeccable taste!
Oh, beautiful, innit?
lt's not as big as our place, dear.
Bit shabby really, isn't it?
Shut up.
Lord and Lady Everglot
Mr. and Mrs. Van Dort.
Why, you must be Miss Victoria.
Yes, l must say, you don't look a day over 20. No. Oh, yes.
Maudeline Everglot: Smile, darling, smile.
Finis Everglot: (forces a painful grin) Well, hello. What a pleasure. Welcome to our home.
Thank you.
Maudeline Everglot: We'll be taking tea in the west drawing room.
Oh, do come this way,
it's just through there.
Oh, l love what you've done with the place.
Who is your decorator?
Nice tiles, shame about the drapes.
My husband says such foolish things.
Ignore him.
Yes, it's usually best.
Do forgive me.
You play beautifully.
l-- l-- l do apologize, Miss Everglot.
How rude of me to-- Well
Excuse me.
Mother won't let me near the piano.
Music is improper for a young lady.
Too passionate, she says.
lf l may ask, Miss Everglot where is your chaperone?
Perhaps, in--
ln view of the circumstances you could call me Victoria.
Yes, of course. Well
Victoria
Yes, Victor:
Tomorrow, we are to be m--
M-- M--
Married.
Yes. Married.
Since l was a child, l've– I've dreamt of my wedding day.
l always hoped to find someone
l was deeply in love with.
Someone to spend
the rest of my life with.
Silly, isn't it?
Yes, silly.
No. No, not at all, no.
Oh, dear. I'm sorry.
What impropriety is this?
You shouldn't be alone together.
Here it is, one minute before 5,
and you're not at the rehearsal.
Pastor Galswells is waiting.
Come at once.
Master van Dort, from the beginning. Again.
''With this hand,
l will lift your sorrows.
Your cup will never empty,
for l will be your wine.
With this candle,
l will light your way in darkness.
With this ring, l ask you to be mine.''
Let's try it again.
Yes. Yes, sir.
With this candle.
This candle.
This candle.
Shall I get up there and do it for him?
Don't get all aflutter, dear.
With this candle.
Continue!
Get the door, Emil.
Let's just pick it up at the candle bit.
A Lord Barkis, sir.
l haven't a head for dates.
Apparently, I'm a day early for the ceremony.
Is he from your side of the family?
l can't recall.
Emil, a seat for Lord Barkis.
Do carry on.
Let's try it again, shall we,
Master Van Dort?
Yes. Yes, sir. Certainly.
Right.
Right. Oh, right!
With this. This--
Hand.
With this hand
l-- With--
Three steps, three!
Can you not count? Do you not wish
to be married, Master Van Dort?
No! No.
You do not?
No! l meant, no,
l do not not wish to be married.
That is, l want very much to--
Pay attention! Have you
even remembered to bring the ring?
The ring? Yes. Of course.
Pastor Galswells: Dropping the ring.
Oh, no, he's dropped the ring!
Pastor Galswells: This boy doesn't want to get married.
How disgraceful!
Excuse me. Got it!
Out of the way, you ninny.
Oh, dear! Oh, my! Giddy on, there's a woman on fire! Help! Emergency!
Oh, l hope it doesn't stain.
Stop fanning it, you fool.
Get a bucket, get a bucket.
I'm on my way, dear. Yes. Oh, dear!
Pastor Galswells: Enough! This wedding cannot take place until he is properly prepared. (to Victor) Young man, learn your vows.
Well, he's quite the catch, isn't he?
Victor van Dort: Oh, Victoria. She must think I'm such a fool. This day couldn't get any worse. Town Crier: Hear ye, hear ye! Rehearsal in ruins
as Van Dort boy causes chaos! Fishy fiance could be canned! Everglots all fired up as Van Dort disaster ruins rehearsal!
Victor van Dort: lt really shouldn't be all that difficult. It's just a few simple vows. With this hand, l will take your wine. No. With this hand l will cup your– Oh, goodness, no. With this.. With this..
With this candle, l will… l will… l will set your mother on fire.
Oh, it's no use.
With this hand, l will lift your sorrows.
Your cup will never empty, for l will be your wine.
Mrs. Everglot. You look ravishing this evening.
What's that, Mr. Everglot? Call you Dad? lf you insist, sir.
With this candle, l will light your way in darkness. With this ring, l ask you to be mine.
Emily: l do.
[?]
Emily: You may kiss the bride.
A new arrival.
He must've fainted. Are you all right?
What--? What happened?
By Jove, man. Looks like we've got ourselves a breather.
Does he have a dead brother?
He's still soft.
General Bonesapart: A toast, then. To the newlyweds.
Victor van Dort: Newlyweds?
Emily: ln the woods, you said your vows so perfectly.
Victor van Dort: l did? l did. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Paul: Coming through, coming through. My name is Paul, l am the head waiter. l will be creating your wedding feast.
Maggot: Wedding feast! I'm salivating.
Emily: Maggots.
Victor van Dort: Keep away! I've got a– I've got a dwarf. And I'm not afraid to use him. l want some questions. Now!
General Bonesapart: Answers. l think you mean ''answers.''
Victor van Dort: Thank you, yes, answers. l need answers. What's going on here? Where am l? Who are you?
Emily: Well, that's kind of a long story.
Bonejangles: What a story it is. A tragic tale of romance, passion and murder most foul.
General Bonesapart: This is gonna be good. (Victor drops him) 
Bonejangles: Hit it, boys. 
[The band starts playing music.]
Bonejangles: (sings) Hey, give me a listen, you corpses of cheer. At 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.
Corpses: (singing) Die, die, we all pass away. But don't wear a frown because it's really okay. You might try and hide and you might try and pray, but we all end up the remains of the day.
Bonejangles: (laughs) That's right. (sings) Well, our girl was a beauty. Known for miles around. When a mysterious stranger came into town He was plenty good-looking but down on his cash and our poor little baby, she fell hard and fast. When her daddy said no, she just couldn't cope. So our lovers came up with a plan to elope.
Corpses: (singing) Die, die, we all pass away. But don't wear a frown because it's really okay. You might try and hide and you might try and pray, but we all end up the remains of the day.
That's right.
Okay. Oh, yeah.
Come on, boys, pick it up.
Yeah. Like it.
Okay, Chancy, take it.
Yeah.
Yeah!
That's nice.
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 jewels and a satchel of gold Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree on a dark foggy night at a quarter to 3, she was ready to go. But where was he?
Corpses: And then?
Bonejangles: She waited.
Corpses: And then?
Bonejangles: There in the shadows, was it her man?
Corpses: And then?
Bonejangles: Her little heart beat so loud.
Corpses: And then?
Bonejangles: And then, baby, everything went black.
Now, when she opened her eyes, she was dead as dust. Her jewels were missing and her heart was bust. So she made a vow lying 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 Corpse Bride
Corpses: (singing) Die, die, we all pass away. But don't wear a frown because it's really okay. You might try and hide and you might try and pray, but we all end up the remains of the day.
Bonejangles: Yeah.
Victoria, come away from the window.
Oh, I'm sure he'll be back shortly.
He's terrified of the dark. 
ln fact, when he was a boy he used to wet his combinations
regularly, didn't he, William?
Enter.
Lord Barkis.
l trust the room is to your liking.
Barkis Bittern: Thank you, you are a most gracious hostess. Which is why it pains me to be the bearer of such bad news. (to the town crier) Would you care to repeat tonight's headline for us?
Town Crier: Hear ye, hear ye! Victor Van Dort seen this night on the bridge in the arms of a mystery woman! The dark-haired temptress and Master Van Dort slipped away into the night! And now, the weather. Scattered showers--
Barkis Bittern: Enough! That will be all.
Mystery woman? He doesn't even know any women!
Barkis Bittern: Or so you thought. Do call for me if you need my assistance in any way.
Good heavens, Finis, what should we do?
Fetch me musket.
William, do something.
The town crier probably just had a slow news day.
You know how it is, you need a little something to cry about.
Regardless, we are one groom short for the wedding tomorrow.
Not to mention the financial implications.
A most scandalous embarrassment for us all.
Oh, give us a chance to find him, we beg of you.
Just give us until dawn.
Very well. Till dawn.
Victor, darling, where are you?
If you ask me, your boyfriend is kind of jumpy.
He's not my boyfriend, he's my husband.
Victor, where have you gone?
I'll keep an eye out for him.
Victor?
There he goes, there he goes!
He's-- He's getting away!
Quick, quick, after him!
Victor.
Thank you.
Victor!
Where are you?
Victor?
Where have you gone?
Married, huh? I'm a widow.
Oh, how rude. He went that way!
Victor.
Victor, darling.
Please. There's been a mistake.
I'm not dead.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Victor.
Dead end.
Victor!
Hello!
Could have used the stairs, silly.
Isn't the view beautiful?
lt takes my breath away.
Well, it would if l had any.
Isn't it romantic?
Look, l am terribly sorry about what's happened to you and I'd like to help, but I really need to get home.
Emily: This is your home now.
Victor van Dort: But l don't even know your name.
Well, that's a great way to start a marriage.
Shut up!
lt's Emily.
Emily.
Oh, l almost forgot. l have something for you. lt's a wedding present.
Thank you.
Scraps? Scraps! My dog, Scraps! Oh, Scraps, what a good boy.
Emily: l knew you'd be happy to see him.
Victor van Dort: Who's my good boy? Sit. Sit, Scraps, sit. (Scraps sits down) Good boy, Scraps. Roll over. Roll over. (Scraps rolls over) Good boy, Scraps. Play dead. (Scraps whines; realizes) Sorry.
Emily: Oh, what a cutie.
Victor van Dort: You should have seen him with fur. Mother never approved of Scraps jumping up like this. But then again, she never approved of anything.
Emily: Do you think she would have approved of me?
Victor van Dort: You're lucky you'll never have to meet her. (gets an idea) Well, actually now that you mention it, l think you should. In fact, since we're, you know, married, you should definitely meet her. And my father too. We should go and see them right now.
Emily: What a fantastic idea! Where are they buried?
What? What is it?
They're not from around here.
Where are they?
Oh, they're still alive.
I'm afraid so.
Well, that is a problem.
What's that, Scraps?
Oh, no, we couldn't possibly.
Oh, well, if you put it like that.
What?
Elder Gutknecht.
Scraps.
Elder Gutknecht, are you there?
Hello? ls anyone home?
Hello?
There you are!
Oh, my dear. There you are.
I've brought my husband, Victor.
What's that? Husband?
Pleasure to meet you, sir.
We need to go up. Upstairs?
To visit the land of the living.
Land of the living?
Oh, my dear.
Please, Elder Gutknecht.
Now, why go up there, when
people are dying to get down here?
Sir, l beg you to help.
lt means so much to me--
Us.
l don't know, it's just not natural.
Please, Elder Gutknecht.
Surely there must be something you can do.
Let me see what l can do.
Where did l put that book?
l left it here somewhere.
There's the one.
l have it.
A Ukrainian haunting spell.
Just the thing for these quick trips.
So glad you thought of this.
Me too.
Now, then where were we?
The Ukrainian haunting spell?
Here we have it. Ready?
Just remember, when you
want to come back, say Hopscotch.
Hopscotch?
That's it.
l spent so long in the darkness I'd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.
Hey, l think you dropped something.
Hold on, hold on. I think I should prepare Mother and Father for the big news.
I'll go ahead and you wait here.
Perfect.
l won't be long.
Stay right here. I'll be right back.
Okay.
No peeking.
Finis Everglot: If ever I see that Van Dort boy I'll strangle him with my bare hands.
Maudeline Everglot: Your hands are too fat, and his neck is too thin. You'll have to use a rope.
Maggot: This is the voice of your conscience. Listen to what I say. I have a bad feeling about that boy. You know he is no--
Emily: Go chew someone else's ear for a while. Victor has gone to see his parents, just like he said.
Maggot: lf l hadn't just been sitting in it, l would say that you had lost your mind!
Emily: I'm sure he has a perfectly good reason for taking so long.
Maggot: l am sure he does. Why don't you go ask him?
Emily: All right, l will.
Maggot: After all, he couldn't get far with those cold feet.
Victoria.
Victor? I'm so happy to see you.
Come by the fire. Where have you been?
Are you all right?
l-- l--
Oh, dear.
You're as cold as death.
What's happened to you?
Your coat.
Victoria, l confess.
This morning
l was terrified of marriage.
But then, on meeting you,
l felt l should be with you always
and that our wedding
could not come soon enough.
Victor, l feel the same.
Victoria, l se-- l se--
l seem to find myself married.
And you should know it's unexpected.
My darling,
l just wanted to meet--
Darling? Who's this?
Who is she?
Emily: I'm his wife.
Victor?
Victoria, wait. You don't understand.
She's dead. Look.
Emily: Hopscotch.
Victor van Dort: No! No! Victoria!
Emily: You lied to me! Just to get back to that other woman.
Victor van Dort: Don't you understand? You're the other woman.
Emily: No! You're married to me. She's the other woman. (sobs)
Elder Gutknecht: She's got a point.
Emily: (sobs) And l thought.... l thought this was all going so well.
Victor van Dort: Look, I'm sorry, but this just can't work.
Emily: Why not? lt's my eye, isn't it?
Victor van Dort: No. Your eye is lovely. Listen, under different circumstances, well, who knows? But we're just too different. l mean, you're dead.
Emily: You should've thought about that before you asked me to marry you.
Victor van Dort: Why can't you understand? It was a mistake. l would never marry you.
Emily: Roses for eternal love. Lilies for sweetness. Baby's breath.
Black Widow: Why so blue?
Emily: Maybe he's right. Maybe we are too different.
Maybe he should have his head examined.
l could do it.
Or perhaps he does belong with her.
Little Miss Living.
With her rosy cheeks and beating heart.
Oh, those girls are ten a penny.
You've got so much more.
You've got-- You've got--
You've got a wonderful personality.
What does that wispy little brat have That you don't have double?
She can't hold a candle To the beauty of your smile
Emily: How about a pulse?
Overrated by a mile
Overvalued
Overblown
If he only knew The you that we know
And that silly little creature isn't wearing his ring
And she doesn't play piano 
Or dance, or sing
No, she doesn't compare
Emily: But she still breathes air
Who cares?
Unimportant
Overrated
Overblown
If only he could see
How special you can be If he only knew The you that we know
Emily: If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain If you cut me with a knife It's still the same And I know her heart is beating And I know that I am dead Yet the pain here that I feel Try and tell me it's not real And it seems that I still have A tear to shed
The sole redeeming feature From that little creature Is that she's alive
Overrated
Overblown
Everybody knows That's just a temporary state Which is cured very quickly When we meet our fate
Who cares?
Unimportant
Overrated
Overblown
If only he could see How special you can be If he only knew The you that we know
Emily: If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain In the ice or in the sun It's all the same Yet I feel my heart is aching Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking And the pain here that I feel Try and tell me it's not real I know that I am dead Yet it seems that I still have Some tears to shed
Victoria Everglot: It's true, Mother! Victor is married to a dead woman. l saw her. A corpse! Standing right here with Victor.
Victor was in your room?
Victoria Everglot: l have to help him.
The scandal!
Come sit in your chair, dearie.
You're shaking like a leaf.
Let Hilde fetch you a blanket.
Fetch her a straitjacket! She's completely mad!
Come, Hildegarde.
Finis, come to bed at once.
What in heaven's name?
Who could that be at this hour?
Miss Everglot. What are you doing here? You should be at home, prostrate with grief.
Victoria Everglot: Pastor Galswells, l have to ask you something.
Pastor Galswells: This is most irregular.
Victoria Everglot: Please, l beg of you. You are the only one in the village who knows of what awaits beyond the grave.
Pastor Galswells: A grim topic for a bride-to-be.
Victoria Everglot: It is a bride l fear, which is why l must know. Can the living marry the dead?
Pastor Galswells: What on earth are you speaking about?
Victoria Everglot: Please, it's Victor. He's married to a corpse. He has a corpse bride! There must be some way to undo what's been done.
Pastor Galswells: l believe l know the thing to do. Come with me.
Victoria? Where are your corsets?
Pastor Galswells: She's speaking in tongues. Of unholy alliances. Her mind has come undone, I fear.
Victoria Everglot: It's not true! Let me go! Let me go!
Thank you, Pastor Galswells.
Thank you so very much.
Take her to her room!
Victoria Everglot: No, I'm telling the truth. Victor needs my help. Hildegarde, you believe me, don't you? Mother, Father, please.
Maudeline Everglot: Seal the doors and bar the windows. See to it that she doesn't escape again.
Victoria Everglot: He needs our help! Oh, let me go! Let me go!
Maudeline Everglot: Will the mortification never cease? lt will be years before we can show ourselves in public again. What shall we do?
Finis Everglot: We shall continue as planned, with or without Vincent.
Maudeline Everglot: Victor.
Finis Everglot: Whatever.
Barkis Bittern: For that boy to toss aside a young woman like Victoria, it's positively criminal. Why, if l had a woman like your daughter on my arm l would lavish her with riches befitting royalty.
Maudeline Everglot: Your lady wife is a most fortunate woman.
Barkis Bittern: Alas, l am not married. l was betrothed some years ago but tragedy snatched my young bride away. When one lives alone, wealth counts for naught.
Marvelous news, Victoria, there'll be a wedding after all.
Victoria Everglot: You found him?
Make haste, my dear, our relatives will arrive at any moment.
We must have you looking presentable for Lord Barkis.
Lord Barkis?
He will make a fine husband.
Aye. A fortuitous turn of events indeed.
A far better prospect this time.
Victoria Everglot: But l do not love him. You cannot make me do this.
We must.
Please, l beg of you.
There must be another way.
Without your marriage to Lord Barkis we shall be forced, penniless, into the street.
We are destitute.
Victoria Everglot: But Victor…
Victor Van Dort has gone, child.
You shall marry Lord Barkis tomorrow.
Finis and Maudeline Everglot: (in unison) According to plan.
Barkis Bittern: Oh, my dear. Oh, don't look at me that way. You have only to suffer this union until death do us part. And that will come sooner than you think.
Oh, it's almost dawn!
Where could he be?
Town Crier: Victor Van Dort elopes with corpse! Heartbroken bride to wed wealthy newcomer!
Wealthy newcomer? lt cannot be.
Did he say corpse?
Oh, don't be ridiculous. What corpse would marry our Victor?
Oh, Mayhew!
Silence that blasted coughing.
Mayhew, are you trying to kill us?
l think he's trying to kill us.
I… think you dropped this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied to you about wanting to see my parents. It's just this whole day hasn't gone quite, well according to plan.
Pardon my enthusiasm.
l like your enthusiasm.
New arrival! New arrival!
Lights up!
Hurry up, boys!
Drinks for everyone.
Another pint, sir?
No, no. Just a half.
No, no. Just a half.
It is impossible to get good help anymore.
Welcoming committee, coming through!
Coming through!
Mrs. Plum: My name's Plum. Miss Plum.
Victor van Dort: Mayhew? Mayhew! How nice to see– (sees he’s now a corpse) I'm so sorry.
Mayhew: Oh, yeah. Actually, though, l feel great.
Hurry up, boys. Can you not see the gentleman is parched?
Victor van Dort: Mayhew, l have to get back. They all must be worried sick. How is everyone?
Mayhew: Well, they're still wondering where you slipped off to. Oh, and Miss Victoria...
Victor van Dort: Yes? Yes, how is she?
Mayhew: Well, she's getting married this evening.
Victor van Dort: What? Married to who?
Mayhew: Some newcomer, Lord Somebody-or-Other.
Victor van Dort: But that's impossible!
Mayhew: Yeah, with you gone and all… l guess they didn't wanna waste the cake.
Victor van Dort: But how could she?
Drunk Skeleton: Women, you can't live with them. You can't live with– 
Mayhew: Time to pick up the pieces and– You know, and move on, l suppose.
Drunk Skeleton: Speaking of picking up the pieces?
Emily: Victor? Where are you going?
Hildegarde: Miss Victoria, we must leave for the church now.
Victoria Everglot: Yesterday I thought my wedding would be happy. Now I feel like I'm caught in the tide, pulled out to sea.
Hildegarde: The sea leads to many places, dearie. Maybe you'll land somewhere better.
Barkis Bittern: With this candle, l will light your way in darkness. With this ring, l ask you to be mine.
Pastor Galswells: l now pronounce you man and wife.
Hildegarde: Oh, oh, dear.
Victor van Dort: (sighs sadly) I'm too late.
Emily: Oh, Mrs. Plum, what am l to do? He just walked off without saying a word. Are all men like this?
Mrs. Plum: Well, I'm afraid none of them are very bright. They get something stuck in their heads and you can't do a thing with them.
Elder Gutknecht: My dear, we have to talk.
Maggot: Let me tell her, please. Let me tell her.
Emily: What?
Elder Gutknecht: There is a complication with your marriage.
Emily: l don't understand.
Elder Gutknecht: The vows are binding only until death do you part.
Emily: What are you saying?
Elder Gutknecht: Death has already parted you. 
Emily: (gasps) If he finds out, he'll leave. There must be something you can do.
Elder Gutknecht: Well, there is one way.
Maggot: Oh, please, please, let me tell her.
Elder Gutknecht: lt requires the greatest sacrifice.
Maggot: Go on, get to the good part.
Emily: What is it?
Maggot: We have to kill him!
Emily: What?
Elder Gutknecht: Victor would have to give up the life he had forever. He would need to repeat his vows in the land of the living and drink from the wine of ages.
Emily: (gasps) Poison!
Elder Gutknecht: This would stop his heart forever. Only then would he be free to give it to you.
Emily: l could never ask him.
Victor van Dort: You don't have to. I'll do it.
Elder Gutknecht: My boy, if you choose this path, you may never return to the world above. Do you understand?
Victor van Dort: l do.
[Later, Victor addresses the corpse crowd at the square.]
Victor van Dort: Gather round. Gather round, everybody. We've decided to do this thing properly. So grab what you can and follow us. We're moving this wedding party upstairs.
Upstairs? l didn't know we had an upstairs.
Sounds creepy.
Let's go!
A wedding, a wedding
We're going to have a wedding
Hold on, Victor.
You can't get married looking like that.
The spiders think you're very cute
But goodness knows you need a suit
But have no fears, we're quite adept
We'll have you looking lovely, lovely, lovely
Lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely yet
A little stitch, a little tuck
Some tender loving care
A little thread will fix you up
And we've got plenty as you see
And personally guarantee
Our quality repairs
A little here, I'll fix the mess
We're going to do our very best
When everybody sees you
They will all be quite impressed
They will all be quite impressed
A wedding, we're going to have
A wedding cake is no mistake
it must be quite sublime
We're missing something
Try some dust
I wish I had more time
Perhaps there's something I can do
These bones might help a bit
Oh, my nose.
Sorry.
Wait a minute, that's it
A little of that
A little of this
The perfect cake is hard to miss
A wedding, a wedding
We're going to have
A wedding
Huzzah, huzzah
We're going to have a wedding
A wedding
Let's all give out a cheer
'Cause the bride is getting married today
One thing you can surely say
is we will stand beside
Until the end we will defend
Our one and only bride
Our bride-to-be, our bride-to-be
Our lovely Corpse Bride
Huzzah! Hooray! Huzzah! Hooray!
Our bride is getting married today
Oh, there she is.
Here she comes.
Oh, oh, the bride is here
She's waited for this day
For many a year
For this day, for this day
Our hopes and our pride
The bride is here
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
For this day, for this day
Will last forever
And all of her friends
Will work together
To make it the perfect day
She's always dreamed
Our hopes and our pride
Our bride, our lovely bride
We're going to have a party
Like nobody's ever seen
The living in the land above
Will not know where they've been
The land above
The party of the bride
Here comes the bride
On this glorious day of days
Up to the land of the living
To celebrate
Oh, dear.
Quiet down now, everyone.
Thank you.
Elegant, cultured, radiant.
Victoria has found a husband with all these qualities and more.
Serendipity brought us together and no force on earth could tear us apart.
Finis Everglot: There's an eye in me soup.
Oh, sorry.
Fetch me musket!
Emil: Fetch your own musket. I'm off!
Coming through. Coming through.
Maggot: Excuse me, you don't know me, but l used to live in your dead mother.
Hey, hold on there.
l love a woman with meat on her bones.
Finis, who invited these people?
They must be from your side of the family.
Certainly not.
Why, if my Grandfather Everglot could see this, he'd be turning in his grave.
Grandfather Everglot: Finis. Where do you keep the spirits?
Town Crier: In other news, THE DEAD WALK THE EARTH!!!
Get back! Don't try and sneak up on me!
Get back!
I'll give you such a wallop.
No.
Yeah.
Grandpa?
Bounder!
Sweetie pie.
Monster.
Buttercup.
Cad!
Gertrude!
Alfred? You've been dead for 15 years.
Alfred: Frankly, my dear, l don't give a damn.
Ethel!
Barkis Bittern: Wait. That's it. We're going to take whatever money we can and get out of here.
Victoria Everglot: Money? What money?
Barkis Bittern: Your dowry. It's my right!
Victoria Everglot: But my parents don't have any money. lt's my marriage to you that will save them from the poorhouse.
Barkis Bittern: (shocked) Th-- The poorhouse? You're lying. lt isn't true. Tell me that you're lying!
Victoria Everglot: Did things not go according to your plan, Lord Barkis? Well, perhaps in disappointment we are perfectly matched.
Pastor Galswells: Be gone, ye demons from hell! Back to the void from whence you came! You shall not enter here. Back, back!
Keep it down, we're in a church.
Evening.
Dearly beloved and departed we are gathered here today to join this man and this corpse in marriage.
Victor?
Living first.
With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for l will be your wine.
Now you.
With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty. For l will be...
l will be...
Go on, my dear.
Your cup will never empty for l will be...
l will be your wine.
She's having second thoughts.
l can't.
What's wrong?
Emily: This is wrong. l was a bride. My dreams were taken from me. Well, now… Now I've stolen them from someone else. l love you, Victor. But you're not mine.
Victor van Dort: Victoria!
Barkis Bittern: Oh, how touching. l always cry at weddings. Our young lovers together at last. Surely now they can live happily ever after. But you forget she's still my wife! I'll not leave here empty-handed!
Emily: (recognizes Barkis) You?
Barkis Bittern: (shocked) Emily?
Emily: (glares) You!
Barkis Bittern: (shocked) But-- But-- l left you.
Emily: For dead.
[The crowd gasps in shock.]
Barkis Bittern: This woman is obviously delusional! Sorry to cut things short, but we must be on our way.
Victor van Dort: Take your hands off her.
Barkis Bittern: Do l have to kill you too?
[Scraps bites Barkis on the ankle.]
Mrs. Plum: Victor, catch! (throws him a fork) Sorry.
Paul: Sacre bleu!
Split Corpse: l say, you're not playing fair, sir.
Barkis Bittern: Touche, my dear.
Emily: (glares) Get out.
Barkis Bittern: Oh, I'm leaving. (grabs the cup of poison) But first a toast. To Emily. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Tell me, my dear can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?
Maggot: Let me at him! Let me at him! No, don't hold me back.
Elder Gutknecht: Wait. We must abide by their rules. We are amongst the living.
Barkis Bittern: Well said.
[He drinks up the poison and walks away. However, he stops and clutches his chest in pain.]
Maggot: Not anymore.
[Barkis turns around, his skin turned blue. He's now a corpse.]
Elder Gutknecht: Yep, you're right. He's all yours.
[The corpses all surge menacingly towards Barkis, eager to make him suffer.]
Mrs. Plum: New arrival.
Victoria Everglot: Oh, Victor, l never thought I'd see you again.
Victor van Dort: Wait. l made a promise.
Emily: You kept your promise. You set me free. Now l can do the same for you.
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