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KING STEFAN: I'm sorry, Hubert, but after sixteen years of worrying, never knowing.
KING HUBERT: The past! All in the past. Tonight, we toast the future with something I've been saving for sixteen years. Here. To the future!
KING STEFAN: Right, Hubert. To the future.
The Skumps Song.
KING HUBERT: And now, to the new home, eh?
KING STEFAN: New home?
KING HUBERT: Children need a nest of their own, what? Place to raise their little brood, eh?
KING STEFAN: Well, I suppose in time.
KING HUBERT: Of course! To the home! Uh, let me fill up your glass. That glass was all foam. Skumps!
KING STEFAN: Skumps
KING HUBERT: The plans! Well, what do you think? Nothing elaborate, of course. Forty bedrooms, dining hall. Honeymoon cottage, really.
KING STEFAN: You mean, you're building it already?
KING HUBERT: Built, man! Finished! Lovebirds can move in tomorrow.
KING STEFAN: Tomorrow? But, Hubert, they're not even married yet.
KING HUBERT: Take care of that tonight. To the wedding!
KING STEFAN: Now hold on, Hubert. I haven't even seen my daughter yet, and you're taking her away from me.
KING HUBERT: Getting my Phillip, aren't you?
KING STEFAN: Yes, but...
KING HUBERT: Want to see our grandchildren, don't we?
KING STEFAN: Of course, but, uh.
KING HUBERT: There's no time to lose. Getting on in years. To the wedding!
KING STEFAN: Now, be reasonable, Hubert. After all, Aurora knows nothing about all this.
KING HUBERT: Well?
KING STEFAN: Well, it may come as quite a shock.
KING HUBERT: Shock? My Phillip, a shock? What's wrong with my Phillip?
KING STEFAN: Nothing, Hubert. I only meant.
HING HUBERT: Why doesn't your daughter like my son?
KING STEFAN: Now, now.
KING HUBERT: I'm not so sure my son likes your daughter!
KING STEFAN: Now, see here.
KING HUBERT: I'm not so sure my grandchildren want you for a grandfather!
KING STEFAN: Why, you, you unreasonable, Huh?
KING HUBERT: Who?
KING STEFAN: Uh pompous, blustering, old windbag! Unreasonable, pompous.
KING HUBERT: On guard, sir!
KING STEFAN: I warn you, Hubert, this means war.
PRINCE PHILLIP: Good-bye, Father. Marry the girl! KING HUBERT: No, Phillip! Stop! Come back! Oh, Phillip! Phillip! How will I ever tell Stefan? FLORA: Come along now. All right. In here, dear. Oh! Bolt the door, Merryweather. Fauna, pull the drapes. And now, dear, if you'll just sit here. This one last gift, dear child, for thee, the symbol of thy royalty: a crown to wear in grace and beauty, as is thy right and royal duty. FAUNA: Now, dear. FLORA: Come. Let her have a few moments alone. MERRYWEATHER: It's that boy she met. FAUNA: What ever are we going to do? |
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