The Corpse Bride: And I thought... I thought this was all going so well.
Elder Gutknecht: Just remember, when you want to come back, say "Hopscotch."
The Corpse Bride: Hopscotch?
Elder Gutknecht: That's it.
Mayhew: [about Victoria's marriage to Lord Barkis] I guess they didn't want to waste the cake!
Barkis Bittern: [disrupting the wedding] Oh, how touching. I always cry at weddings. Finally, our two young lovers are together at last. Surely now they can live happily ever after? But you forget...
Barkis Bittern: [snatches Victoria] She's still my wife! And I'm not leaving here empty-handed!
Barkis Bittern: Would you care to repeat tonight's headline for us?
Town Crier: [shouting so loud that the teacups rattle] 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!
[lowers voice]
Town Crier: And now
the weather. Scattered showers...
Barkis Bittern: Enough! That will be all.
Victoria Everglot: Since I was a child, I've dreamt of my wedding day. I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with. Someone to spend the rest of my life with. Silly, isn't it?
Victor Van Dort: Yes, silly. No. No, not at all, no.
Victoria Everglot: [knocks over a vase]
Victor Van Dort: Oh, oh,
dear. I'm sorry.
Nell Van Dort: Oh, it's almost dawn! Where could he be?
Town Crier: Victor Van Dort elopes with corpse! Heartbroken bride to wed wealthy newcomer!
Nell Van Dort: Wealthy newcomer? It cannot be.
William Van Dort: Did he say corpse?
Nell Van Dort: Oh, don't be ridiculous. What corpse
would marry our Victor?
[Mayhew coughs]
Nell Van Dort: Oh, Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing! Mayhew, are you trying to kill us? I think he's trying to kill us!
Maudeline Everglot: [singing] It's a terrible day.
Finnis Everglot: Now, don't be that way.
Maudeline Everglot: It's a terrible day for a wedding.
Finnis Everglot: It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in.
Maudeline Everglot: That has led to this ominous wedding.
Finnis
Everglot: How could our family have come to this?
Maudeline Everglot, Finnis Everglot: To marry off our daughter to the nouveau riches?
Maudeline Everglot: They're so common.
Finnis Everglot: So coarse.
Maudeline Everglot: Oh it couldn't be worse!
Finnis
Everglot: 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.
Maudeline Everglot: [speaking] Oh, dear!
Maudeline Everglot, Finnis Everglot: [singing] And that's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic
little thing must go...
Maudeline Everglot: According to plan!
Finnis Everglot: Our daughter will wed.
Maudeline Everglot: According to plan!
Finnis Everglot: And our family led...
Maudeline Everglot, Finnis Everglot: From the depths of deepest poverty...
Maudeline Everglot: To the noble realm...
Finnis Everglot: Of our ancestry.
Maudeline Everglot, Finnis Everglot: And who would've guessed in a million years, that our daughter with the face...
Finnis Everglot: Of an otter in disgrace...
Maudeline
Everglot, Finnis Everglot: Would provide our tickets to our rightful place?
Maudeline Everglot: [speaking] Marriage is a partnership, a little tit for tat; you'd think a lifetime watching us
[singing]
Maudeline Everglot: might have taught her that, might have taught her that.
Finnis Everglot: Everything must be perfect.
Maudeline Everglot: Everything must be perfect.
Maudeline Everglot, Finnis Everglot: Everything must be perfect, perfect!
Maudeline Everglot, Finnis Everglot, Nell Van Dort, William Van Dort: That's why everything/every last everything/every single tiny microscopic little thing must go... According to plan!
Barkis Bittern: [to the Everglotts and Van Dorts] Do call for me if you need my assistance...
Barkis Bittern: [glances at Victoria] in *any way*.
William Van Dort: You've certainly hooked a winner this time, Victor.
Nell Van Dort: Now, all you have to do is reel her in.
Victor Van Dort: I'm already reeling, Mother. Shouldn't Victoria Everglot be marrying a lord or something?
Nell Van Dort: Oh, nonsense. We're every bit of good as the Everglots. I always
knew I deserved better than a fish merchant's life.
Victor Van Dort: But I've never even spoken to her.
Nell Van Dort: Well, at least we have that in our favor.
[Mayhew coughs]
Nell Van Dort: Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing!