Corpse Bride Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Corpse Bride Script


  

  

 

                   

- Good morning.

- Good morning.



 

                   

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 I

don't like each other?



  

                   

As if that has anything

to do with marriage.



  

                   

Do you suppose your father and I

like each other?



  

                   

Surely you must a little?



  

                   

- Of course not.

- Of course not.



  

                   

Get those corsets laced properly.



  

                   

I 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.



  

                   

I 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?



  

                   

It'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, I must say, you don't look a day

over   . No. Oh, yes.



  

                   

Smile, darling, smile.



  

                   

Well, hello. What a pleasure.

Welcome to our home.



  

                   

Thank you.



  

                   

We'll be taking tea

in the west drawing room.



  

                   

Oh, do come this way,

it's just through there.



  

                   

Oh, I 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.



  

                   

I... I... I 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.



  

                   

If I may ask, Miss Everglot...



  

                   

...where is your chaperon?



  

                   

Perhaps, in...

In 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 I was a child, I've...

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?

- 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  

and you're not at the rehearsal.



   

                   

Pastor Galswells is waiting.

Come at once.



   

                   

Master Van Dort,

from the beginning. Again.



   

                   

"With this hand,

I will lift your sorrows.



   

                   

Your cup will never empty,

for I will be your wine.



   

                   

With this candle,

I will light your way in darkness.



   

                   

With this ring, I 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.



   

                   

I haven't a head for dates.



   

                   

Apparently,

I'm a day early for the ceremony.



   

                   

- Is he from your side of the family?

- I 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...



   

                   

...I... With...



   

                   

Three steps, three!



   

                   

Can you not count? Do you not wish

to be married, Master Van Dort?



   

                   

- No! No.

- You do not?



   

                   

No! I meant, no,

I do not not wish to be married.



   

                   

That is, I want very much to...



   

                   

Pay attention! Have you

even remembered to bring the ring?



   

                   

The ring? Yes. Of course.



   

                   

- Dropping the ring.

- Oh, no, he's dropped the ring!



   

                   

- 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, I 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!



   

                   

Enough! This wedding cannot take place

until he is properly prepared.



   

                   

Young man, learn your vows.



   

                   

Well, he's quite the catch, isn't he?



   

                   

Oh, Victoria.



   

                   

She must think I'm such a fool.

This day couldn't get any worse.



   

                   

Hear ye, hear ye! Rehearsal in ruins

as Van Dort boy causes chaos!



   

                   

Fishy fiancé could be canned!



   

                   

Everglots all fired up

as Van Dort disaster ruins rehearsal!



   

                   

It really shouldn't be all that difficult.



   

                   

It's just a few simple vows.



   

                   

With this hand, I will take your wine.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

With this hand...



   

                   

...I will cup your...



   

                   

Oh, goodness, no.



   

                   

With this...



   

                   

With this...



   

                   

With this candle, I will...



   

                   

I will...



   

                   

I will set your mother on fire.



   

                   

Oh, it's no use.



   

                   

With this hand,

I will lift your sorrows.



   

                   

Your cup will never empty,

for I will be your wine.



   

                   

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.



   

                   

I do.



   

                   

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.



   

                   

A toast, then.



   

                   

To the newlyweds.



   

                   

Newlyweds?



   

                   

In the woods,

you said your vows so perfectly.



   

                   

I did?



   

                   

I did.



   

                   

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!



   

                   

Coming through, coming through.



   

                   

My name is Paul, I am the head waiter.



   

                   

I will be creating your wedding feast.



   

                   

Wedding feast! I'm salivating.



   

                   

Maggots.



   

                   

Keep away!



   

                   

I've got a...

I've got a dwarf.



   

                   

And I'm not afraid to use him.

I want some questions. Now!



   

                   

- Answers. I think you mean "answers."

- Thank you, yes, answers.



   

                   

I need answers.

What's going on here? Where am I?



   

                   

Who are you?



   

                   

Well, that's kind of a long story.



   

                   

What a story it is.



   

                   

A tragic tale of romance, passion...



   

                   

...and murder most foul.



   

                   

This is gonna be good.



   

                   

Hit it, boys.



   

                   

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



   

                   

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.



   

                   

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



   

                   

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  



   

                   

She was ready to go

But where was he?



   

                   

And then?



   

                   

- She waited

- And then?



   

                   

- There in the shadows, was it her man?

- And then?



   

                   

- Her little heart beat so loud

- And then?



   

                   

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



   

                   

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



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Victoria, come away from the window.



   

                   

Oh, I'm sure he'll be back shortly.



   

                   

He's terrified of the dark.

In fact, when he was a boy...



   

                   

...he used to wet his combinations

regularly, didn't he, William?



   

                   

Enter.



   

                   

Lord Barkis.

I trust the room is to your liking.



   

                   

Thank you,

you are a most gracious hostess.



   

                   

Which is why it pains me

to be the bearer of such bad news.



   

                   

Would you care

to repeat tonight's headline for us?



   

                   

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...



   

                   

Enough! That will be all.



   

                   

Mystery woman?

He doesn't even know any women!



   

                   

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?

It takes my breath away.



   

                   

Well, it would if I had any.



   

                   

Isn't it romantic?



   

                   

Look, I am terribly sorry

about what's happened to you...



   

                   

...and I'd like to help,

but I really need to get home.



   

                   

- This is your home now.

- But I don't even know your name.



   

                   

Well, that's a great way

to start a marriage.



   

                   

Shut up!



   

                   

- It's Emily.

- Emily.



   

                   

Oh, I almost forgot.

I have something for you.



   

                   

It's a wedding present.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Scraps?



   

                   

Scraps!



   

                   

My dog, Scraps!



   

                   

Oh, Scraps, what a good boy.



   

                   

I knew you'd be happy to see him.



   

                   

Who's my good boy?

Sit. Sit, Scraps, sit.



   

                   

Good boy, Scraps.

Roll over. Roll over.



   

                   

Good boy, Scraps.

Play dead.



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

Oh, what a cutie.



   

                   

You should have seen him with fur.



   

                   

Mother never approved

of Scraps jumping up like this.



   

                   

But then again,

she never approved of anything.



   

                   

Do you think

she would have approved of me?



   

                   

You're lucky

you'll never have to meet her.



   

                   

Well, actually...



   

                   

...now that you mention it,

I 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.



   

                   

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? Is 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, I beg you to help.

It means so much to me...



   

                   

- Us.

- I don't know, it's just not natural.



   

                   

Please, Elder Gutknecht.



   

                   

Surely there must be something

you can do.



   

                   

Let me see what I can do.



   

                   

Where did I put that book?



   

                   

I left it here somewhere.



   

                   

There's the one.



   

                   

I 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.



   

                   

I spent so long in the darkness...



   

                   

...I'd almost forgotten how beautiful

the moonlight is.



   

                   

Hey, I 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.

- I won't be long.



   

                   

Stay right here. I'll be right back.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

No peeking.



   

                   

If ever I see that Van Dort boy...



   

                   

...I'll strangle him with my bare hands.



   

                   

Your hands are too fat,

and his neck is too thin.



   

                   

You'll have to use a rope.



   

                   

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...



   

                   

Go chew someone else's ear for a while.



   

                   

Victor has gone to see his parents,

just like he said.



   

                   

If I hadn't just been sitting in it,

I would say that you had lost your mind!



   

                   

I'm sure he has a perfectly

good reason for taking so long.



   

                   

I am sure he does.

Why don't you go ask him?



   

                   

All right, I will.



   

                   

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?



   

                   

I... I...



   

                   

Oh, dear.



   

                   

You're as cold as death.

What's happened to you?



   

                   

Your coat.



   

                   

Victoria, I confess.



   

                   

This morning

I was terrified of marriage.



   

                   

But then, on meeting you,

I felt I should be with you always...



   

                   

...and that our wedding

could not come soon enough.



   

                   

Victor, I feel the same.



   

                   

Victoria, I se... I se...



   

                   

I seem to find myself married.



   

                   

And you should know it's unexpected.



   

                   

My darling,

I just wanted to meet...



   

                   

Darling? Who's this?



   

                   

- Who is she?

- I'm his wife.



   

                   

- Victor?

- Victoria, wait. You don't understand.



   

                   

She's dead. Look.



   

                   

Hopscotch.



   

                   

No! No! Victoria!



   

                   

You lied to me!



   

                   

Just to get back to that other woman.



   

                   

Don't you understand?

You're the other woman.



   

                   

No! You're married to me.

She's the other woman.



   

                   

She's got a point.



   

                   

And I thought... I thought

this was all going so well.



   

                   

Look, I'm sorry, but...



   

                   

...this just can't work.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

It's my eye, isn't it?



   

                   

No. Your eye is...



   

                   

...lovely.



   

                   

Listen, under different circumstances,

well, who knows?



   

                   

But we're just too different.

I mean, you're dead.



   

                   

You should've thought about that

before you asked me to marry you.



   

                   

Why can't you understand? It was

a mistake. I would never marry you.



   

                   

Roses for eternal love.



   

                   

Lilies for sweetness.



   

                   

Baby's breath.



   

                   

Why so blue?



   

                   

Maybe he's right.

Maybe we are too different.



   

                   

Maybe he should

have his head examined.



   

                   

I 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



   

                   

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



   

                   

- But she still breathes air

- Who cares?



   

                   

- Unimportant

- Overrated



   

                   

- Overblown

- lf only he could see



   

                   

How special you can be



   

                   

If he only knew

The you that we know



   

                   

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



   

                   

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



   

                   

It's true, Mother!



   

                   

Victor is married to a dead woman.



   

                   

I saw her. A corpse!

Standing right here with Victor.



   

                   

Victor was in your room?



   

                   

I 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.



   

                   

Pastor Galswells,

I have to ask you something.



   

                   

- This is most irregular.

- Please, I beg of you.



   

                   

You are the only one in the village who

knows of what awaits beyond the grave.



   

                   

A grim topic for a bride-to-be.



   

                   

It is a bride I fear,

which is why I must know:



   

                   

Can the living marry the dead?



   

                   

What on earth are you speaking about?



   

                   

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.



   

                   

I believe I know the thing to do.



   

                   

Come with me.



   

                   

Victoria? Where are your corsets?



   

                   

She's speaking in tongues.

Of unholy alliances.



   

                   

Her mind has come undone, I fear.



   

                   

It's not true! Let me go! Let me go!



   

                   

Thank you, Pastor Galswells.

Thank you so very much.



   

                   

Take her to her room!



   

                   

No, I'm telling the truth.



   

                   

Victor needs my help.



   

                   

Hildegarde, you believe me, don't you?



   

                   

- Mother, Father, please.

- Seal the doors...



   

                   

...and bar the windows. See to it that

she doesn't escape again.



   

                   

He needs our help! Oh, let me go!

Let me go!



   

                   

Will the mortification never cease?



   

                   

It will be years before we can show

ourselves in public again.



   

                   

What shall we do?



   

                   

We shall continue as planned,

with or without Vincent.



   

                   

- Victor.

- Whatever.



   

                   

For that boy to toss aside

a young woman like Victoria...



   

                   

...it's positively criminal.



   

                   

Why, if I had a woman

like your daughter on my arm...



   

                   

...I would lavish her with riches

befitting royalty.



   

                   

Your lady wife

is a most fortunate woman.



   

                   

Alas, I am not married.



   

                   

I 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.



   

                   

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.



   

                   

But I do not love him.

You cannot make me do this.



   

                   

- We must.

- Please, I 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.



   

                   

But Victor...



   

                   

Victor Van Dort has gone, child.



   

                   

You shall marry Lord Barkis tomorrow.



   

                   

- According to plan.

- According to plan.



   

                   

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?



   

                   

Victor Van Dort elopes with corpse!



   

                   

Heartbroken bride to wed

wealthy newcomer!



   

                   

Wealthy newcomer? It 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?



   

                   

I 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.



   

                   

I 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!



   

                   

- My name's Plum. Miss Plum.

- Mayhew?



   

                   

Mayhew! How nice to see...



   

                   

I'm so sorry.



   

                   

Oh, yeah. Actually, though, I feel great.



   

                   

Hurry up, boys. Can you not see

the gentleman is parched?



   

                   

Mayhew, I have to get back.



   

                   

They all must be worried sick.

How is everyone?



   

                   

Well, they're still wondering

where you slipped off to.



   

                   

Oh, and Miss Victoria...



   

                   

Yes? Yes, how is she?



   

                   

Well, she's getting married

this evening.



   

                   

What? Married to who?



   

                   

Some newcomer,

Lord Somebody-or-Other.



   

                   

But that's impossible!



   

                   

Yeah, with you gone and all...



   

                   

I guess they didn't wanna

waste the cake.



   

                   

But how could she?



   

                   

Women, you can't live with them.



   

                   

You can't live with...



   

                   

Time to pick up the pieces and...

You know, and move on, I suppose.



   

                   

Speaking of picking up the pieces?



   

                   

Victor? Where are you going?



   

                   

Miss Victoria, we must leave

for the church now.



   

                   

Yesterday I thought my wedding

would be happy.



   

                   

Now I feel like I'm caught

in the tide, pulled out to sea.



   

                   

The sea leads to many places, dearie.



   

                   

Maybe you'll land somewhere better.



   

                   

With this candle, I will light

your way in darkness.



   

                   

With this ring,

I ask you to be mine.



   

                   

I now pronounce you man and wife.



   

                   

Oh, oh, dear.



   

                   

I'm too late.



   

                   

Oh, Mrs. Plum, what am I to do?



   

                   

He just walked off without saying

a word. Are all men like this?



   

                   

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.



   

                   

My dear, we have to talk.



   

                   

- Let me tell her, please. Let me tell her.

- What?



   

                   

There is a complication

with your marriage.



   

                   

I don't understand.



   

                   

The vows are binding

only until death do you part.



   

                   

What are you saying?



   

                   

Death has already parted you.



   

                   

If he finds out, he'll leave.



   

                   

There must be something you can do.



   

                   

Well, there is one way.



   

                   

Oh, please, please, let me tell her.



   

                   

It requires the greatest sacrifice.



   

                   

- Go on, get to the good part.

- What is it?



   

                   

- We have to kill him!

- What?



   

                   

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.



   

                   

Poison!



   

                   

This would stop his heart forever.



   

                   

Only then would he be free

to give it to you.



   

                   

I could never ask him.



   

                   

You don't have to.



   

                   

I'll do it.



   

                   

My boy, if you choose this path...



   

                   

...you may never return

to the world above.



   

                   

Do you understand?



   

                   

I do.



   

                   

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? I 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.



   

                   

There's an eye in me soup.



   

                   

Oh, sorry.



   

                   

Fetch me musket!



   

                   

Fetch your own musket. I'm off!



   

                   

Coming through. Coming through.



   

                   

Excuse me, you don't know me,

but I used to live in your dead mother.



   

                   

Hey, hold on there.



   

                   

I 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.



   

                   

Finis.



   

                   

Where do you keep the spirits?



   

                   

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    years.



   

                   

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.



   

                   

Ethel!



   

                   

Wait. That's it.



   

                   

We're going to take whatever money

we can and get out of here.



   

                   

Money? What money?



   

                   

Your dowry. It's my right!



   

                   

But my parents don't have any money.



   

                   

It's my marriage to you that will

save them from the poorhouse.



   

                   

Th... The poorhouse?



   

                   

You're lying. It isn't true.

Tell me that you're lying!



   

                   

Did things not go according

to your plan, Lord Barkis?



   

                   

Well, perhaps in disappointment

we are perfectly matched.



   

                   

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 I will be your wine.



   

                   

Now you.



   

                   

With this hand...



   

                   

...I will lift your sorrows.



   

                   

Your cup will never empty.



   

                   

For I will be...



   

                   

I will be...



   

                   

Go on, my dear.



   

                   

Your cup...



   

                   

...will never empty...



   

                   

...for I will be...



   

                   

I will be your wine.



   

                   

She's having second thoughts.



   

                   

I can't.



   

                   

What's wrong?



   

                   

This is wrong.



   

                   

I was a bride.



   

                   

My dreams were taken from me.



   

                   

Well, now...



   

                   

Now I've stolen them

from someone else.



   

                   

I love you, Victor.



   

                   

But you're not mine.



   

                   

Victoria!



   

                   

Oh, how touching.



   

                   

I 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!



   

                   

You?



   

                   

Emily?



   

                   

You!



   

                   

But... But... I left you.



   

                   

For dead.



   

                   

This woman is obviously delusional!



   

                   

Sorry to cut things short,

but we must be on our way.



   

                   

Take your hands off her.



   

                   

Do I have to kill you too?



   

                   

Victor, catch!



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

I say, you're not playing fair, sir.



   

                   

Touché, my dear.



   

                   

Get out.



   

                   

Oh, I'm leaving.



   

                   

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?



   

                   

Let me at him! Let me at him!



   

                   

- No, don't hold me back.

- Wait.



   

                   

We must abide by their rules.



   

                   

We are amongst the living.



   

                   

Well said.



   

                   

Not anymore.



   

                   

Yep, you're right. He's all yours.



   

                   

New arrival.



   

                   

Oh, Victor,

I never thought I'd see you again.



   

                   

Wait.



   

                   

I made a promise.



   

                   

You kept your promise.



   

                   

You set me free.



   

                   

Now I can do the same for you.















  

 
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