Corpse Bride Quotes

Victor Van Dort: [alone in the forest, practicing his vows] With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. - Ah, Mrs. Everglot. You look ravishing this evening. What's that, Mr. Everglot, call you "Dad"? If you insist, Sir. - With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.
[He places

the ring on what he thinks is a root. As he turns away, the root shoots out, grabs Victor's arm and almost pulls him into the ground. Victor pulls himself free and finds a detatched skeletal hand gripping his arm. He watches as the ground gives way and an unearthly female figure, wearing a dishevelled wedding dress, rises from beneath the tree. She pulls back her veil]
The Corpse

Bride: I do.

Bonejangles: Hit it, boys. Hey! Give me a listen, you corpses of cheer,/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!
[the camera zooms in on Emily, who smiles wistfully]
Bone Boys: Die, die, we all pass away/But don't wear a frown 'cause it's really okay/And you might try and hide/And

you might try and pray/But we all end up the remains of the day/Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Bonejangles: Well, our girl was a beauty known for miles around/When a mysterious stranger came into town./He was plenty good-lookin', but down on his cash./And our poor little baby, she fell hard and fast
[as he sings this, he dips the Corpse Bride]

Bonejangles: When her daddy said no, she just couldn't cope/So our lovers came up with a plan to elope!
Bone Boys: Die, die, we all pass away/But don't wear a frown 'cause it's really okay/And you might try and hide/And you might try and pray/But we all end up the remains of the day/Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Bonejangles:

[after instrumental] That's right. Okay. Oh, yeah. Come on, boys, pick it up. Yeah. Like it. Okay, Chancy, take it. Yeah. Yeah! That's nice. Yeah. 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

jewls and a sachel of gold./Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree,/On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three,/She was ready to go, but where was he?
Short Dead Cook: And then?
Bonejangles: She waited.
Short Dead Cook, Mrs. Plum: And then?
Bonejangles: There in the shadows, was it her man?
Short

Dead Cook, Mrs. Plum, Tall Dead Cook: And then?
Bonejangles: Her little heart beat so loud!
Short Dead Cook, Mrs. Plum, Tall Dead Cook, Paul The Head Waiter: And then?
Bonejangles: And then, baby, everything went black./Now when she opened her eyes she was dead as

dust./Her jewels were missin' and her heart was bust./So she made a vow lyin' 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 own corpse bride!
Bone Boys: Die, die, we all pass away/But don't wear a frown

'cause it's really okay/And you might try and hide/And you might try and pray/But we all end up the remains of the day/Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Maggot: [singing] What does that wispy little brat have that you don't have double?
Black Widow Spider: [singing] She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile!
The Corpse Bride: How about a pulse?
Maggot: Overrated by a mile!
Maggot, Black Widow Spider:

[singing] Overvalued! Overblown! If he only knew the you that we know!
Black Widow Spider: [singing] And that silly little creature isn't wearing his ring.
Maggot: [singing] And she doesn't play piano,
Maggot, Black Widow Spider: [singing] Or dance, or sing. No she doesn't compare!
The

Corpse Bride: But she still breaths air...
Maggot, Black Widow Spider: Who cares?
Maggot: Unimportant!
Maggot, Black Widow Spider: [singing] Overrated! Overblown! If only he could see how special you can be; if he only knew the you that we know.
The Corpse

Bride: [singing] 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.
Maggot: [singing] The sole redeeming feature from that little creature is that

she's alive.
Black Widow Spider: Overrated!
Maggot: Overblown!
Black Widow Spider: [singing] Everybody knows that's just a temporary state, which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate.
Maggot: Who cares?
Black Widow Spider: Unimportant!

Maggot, Black Widow Spider: [singing] Overrated! Overblown! If only he could see how special you can be; if he only knew the you that we know.
The Corpse Bride: 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; thou 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.

Old Woman: [hitting skeleton with her walker] Bounder!
Alfred the Skeleton: Sweetie pie!
Old Woman: Monster!
[hits him again]
Alfred the Skeleton: Buttercup.
Old Woman: Cad.
Alfred the Skeleton: GERTRUDE!
Old Woman: [adjusts her glasses] Alfred? Oh! You've been dead for fifteen years!
Alfred the Skeleton: [grabs old woman] Frankly, my dear,

[dips old woman]
Alfred the Skeleton: I don't give a damn!
[kisses her]

Victoria Everglot: Hildegard, what if Victor and I don't like each other?
Maudeline Everglot: Hmpf! As if that has anything to do with marriage. Do you suppose your father and I "like" each other?
Victoria Everglot: Surely you must, a little.
Maudeline Everglot, Finnis Everglot: Of course

not!

The Corpse Bride: We need to go up. Upstairs? To visit the land of the living.
Elder Gutknecht: Land of the living? Oh, my dear.
The Corpse Bride: Please, Elder Gutknecht.
Elder Gutknecht: Now, why go up there when people are dying to get down here?
Victor Van Dort: Sir, I beg you to

help. It means so much to me... us.
Elder Gutknecht: I don't know. It's just not natural.
The Corpse Bride: Please, Elder Gutknecht. Surely there must be something you can do.
Elder Gutknecht: Let me see what I can do.