You really ARE Stinky Pete, aren’t you?
“Show’s not over yet, Pete!”
“What show? You’ve got no cartoons and that stage is deader than the Haunted Mansion!”
All right. Whatever. But nobody tells me I can’t dance. Let’s see your moves.
If you hear music, dance.
Quick! The waltz, the waltz!
Oh, well. What’s a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely… Completely wonderful.
“When are you going to be crowned queen?”
“Tonight, at the royal ball.”
If I’m to remain queen I’ll need a story for when I go back to Andalasia. What about “a giant, dangerous monster appeared and killed everyone, and poor Queen Narissa she just couldn’t save them!” Let’s start with the girl who started it all!
Now kneel before your Queen! Queen La! QUEEN OF OPAR!
Oh. Yes. All hail.
I know how hard it can be adjusting to royal life so if you ever need any help my door is always-…[slams the door] open.
And as for you… Your Majesty! Your Majesty indeed! Why, you’re not a queen, but just a - a fat, pompous, bad tempered old tyrant.
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Hello, Worthless. Miss me?
I look at you and…I’m home.
I think I had a mother once.
A very merry unbirthday to you!
The party is over. Close the gates.
“I’m not sure I like the way this movie ends.”
“Movie? What movie?”
“Glad you asked. It seems we’re all in this movie, and we’re the villains.”