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It's a beautiful day. |
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It's a rather nice day. |
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A day for a glorious wedding. |
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A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear. |
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A rehearsal for a glorious wedding. |
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Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know, |
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That nothing unexpected interferes with the show. |
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And that's why everything, every last little thing, |
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every single tiny microscopic little thing must go... |
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According to plan, |
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Our son will be married. |
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According to plan, |
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Our family carried, |
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We'll go right into to the heights of society... |
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To the costume balls, |
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In the hallowed halls. |
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Rubbing elbows with the finest. |
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Having crumpets with her highness. |
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We'll be there, we'll be seen, having tea with the queen. |
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We'll forget everything...that we've ever ever been. |
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It's a terrible day |
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Now don't be that way |
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It's a terrible day for a wedding. |
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It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in, |
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That has led to this ominous wedding. |
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How could our family have come to this? |
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To marry off our daughter to the noveaux-rich. |
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They're so common, |
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So coarse. |
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Oh, it couldn't be worse! |
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It couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree. |
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It could be land-rich bankrupt aristocracy, |
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without a penny to their name...just like you...and me. |
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Oh, dear. |
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And that's why everything, every last little thing, |
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every single tiny microscopic little thing must go... |
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According to plan, |
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Our daughter will wed. |
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According to plan, |
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Our family lead, |
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From the depths of deepest poverty, |
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To the noble realm, |
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Of our ancestors. |
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And who'd have guessed in a million years that our daughter, with the face |
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of an otter in disgrace, |
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Would provide our ticket to our rightful place? |
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Emily (speaking) |
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What if Victor and I don't...like each other? |
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Mrs. Everglot (speaking) |
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Do you suppose your father and I like each other? |
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Emily (speaking) |
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Surely you must...a little... |
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Mr. and Mrs. Everglot (speaking) |
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Of course not! |
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Mrs. Everglot (speaking)Get those corsets laced properly... |
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I can hear you speak without gasping. |
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Marriage is a partnership. A little tit-for-tat. |
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You'd think a lifetime watching us |
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(singing) might have taught her that. |
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Might have taught her that. |
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Everything must be perfect |
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Everything must be perfect |
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Everything must be perfect |
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Everything must be perfect, perfect, |
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That's why everything, every last little thing, |
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every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...According to plan! |
