Corpse Bride Quotes
When a shy groom practices his wedding vows in the inadvertent presence of a deceased young woman, she rises from the grave assuming he has married her.
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!
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/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.
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/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.
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]
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]
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.
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.
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.
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.
Maggot: Let me at him! Let me at him! Don't hold me back!
Elder Gutknecht: [holding crowd back] Wait! We must abide by their rules! We are amongst the living.
Barkis Bittern: Well said.
[drinks potion]
Maggot: [after Lord Barkis drinks potion] Not anymore!
Elder Gutknecht: Yep. You're right. He's all yours.
Elder Gutknecht: [holding crowd back] Wait! We must abide by their rules! We are amongst the living.
Barkis Bittern: Well said.
[drinks potion]
Maggot: [after Lord Barkis drinks potion] Not anymore!
Elder Gutknecht: Yep. You're right. He's all yours.
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 INTOT HE NIGHT!
[lowers voice]
Town Crier: And now the weather. Scattered showers...
Barkis Bittern: Enough! That will be all.
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 INTOT HE NIGHT!
[lowers voice]
Town Crier: And now the weather. Scattered showers...
Barkis Bittern: Enough! That will be all.
Victor Van Dort: I want very much to.
Pastor Galswells: Pay attention! Have you even remembered to bring the ring?
Victor Van Dort: The ring. Yes, of course.
[Victor drops the ring]
Pastor Galswells: Dropping the ring. This boy doesn't want to get married.
Maudeline Everglot: How disgraceful!
Victor Van Dort: Excuse me. Got it!
Pastor Galswells: Pay attention! Have you even remembered to bring the ring?
Victor Van Dort: The ring. Yes, of course.
[Victor drops the ring]
Pastor Galswells: Dropping the ring. This boy doesn't want to get married.
Maudeline Everglot: How disgraceful!
Victor Van Dort: Excuse me. Got it!
Victor Van Dort: Do forgive me.
Victoria Everglot: You play beautifully.
Victor Van Dort: I-I-I do apologise, Miss Everglot. How rude of me to... Well... Excuse me.
Victoria Everglot: Mother won't let me near the piano. Music is improper for a young lady. "Too passionate", she says.
Victor Van Dort: If I may ask, Miss Everglot... where is your chaperone?
Victoria Everglot: Perhaps, in... in view of the circumstances... you could call me Victoria.
Victor Van Dort: Yes, of course. Well... Victoria...
Victoria Everglot: Yes, Victor...
Victoria Everglot: You play beautifully.
Victor Van Dort: I-I-I do apologise, Miss Everglot. How rude of me to... Well... Excuse me.
Victoria Everglot: Mother won't let me near the piano. Music is improper for a young lady. "Too passionate", she says.
Victor Van Dort: If I may ask, Miss Everglot... where is your chaperone?
Victoria Everglot: Perhaps, in... in view of the circumstances... you could call me Victoria.
Victor Van Dort: Yes, of course. Well... Victoria...
Victoria Everglot: Yes, Victor...
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!
[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!
Elder Gutknecht: Where did I put that book? I left it here somewhere. There's the one. I have it. A Ukranian haunting spell. Just the thing for these quick trips.
The Corpse Bride: So glad you thought of this.
Victor Van Dort: Me too.
Elder Gutknecht: Now, then... Where were we?
The Corpse Bride: The Ukranian haunting spell
Elder Gutknecht: Ahh... Here we have it. Ready?
The Corpse Bride: So glad you thought of this.
Victor Van Dort: Me too.
Elder Gutknecht: Now, then... Where were we?
The Corpse Bride: The Ukranian haunting spell
Elder Gutknecht: Ahh... Here we have it. Ready?
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!
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!
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.
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.
Victor Van Dort: Emily.
The Corpse Bride: Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you. It's a wedding present.
Victor Van Dort: [opens the box and finds a bone] Haah. Thank you.
[Victor's present turns out to be his dead dog Scraps, who is now a dog skeleton]
Victor Van Dort: Scraps? Scraps. It's my dog, Scraps. Oh, Scraps. What a good boy?
The Corpse Bride: I knew you'd be happy to see him.
Victor Van Dort: Who's my good boy. Sit! Sit, Scraps. Good boy, Scraps. Roll over, roll over.
The Corpse Bride: Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you. It's a wedding present.
Victor Van Dort: [opens the box and finds a bone] Haah. Thank you.
[Victor's present turns out to be his dead dog Scraps, who is now a dog skeleton]
Victor Van Dort: Scraps? Scraps. It's my dog, Scraps. Oh, Scraps. What a good boy?
The Corpse Bride: I knew you'd be happy to see him.
Victor Van Dort: Who's my good boy. Sit! Sit, Scraps. Good boy, Scraps. Roll over, roll over.
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!
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?
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?
Nell Van Dort: [singing] It's a beautiful day!
William Van Dort: [singing] It's a rather nice day.
Nell Van Dort: [singing] A day for a glorious wedding!
William Van Dort: A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear.
Nell Van Dort: A rehearsal for a glorious wedding!
William Van Dort: Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know.
Nell Van Dort: That nothing unexpected interferes with the show.
Nell Van Dort, William Van Dort: [singing] And that's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...
Nell Van Dort: [singing] According to plan!
William Van Dort: Our son will be married!
Nell Van Dort: [singing] According to plan!
William Van Dort: And our family carried,
Nell Van Dort, William Van Dort: [singing] Elevated to the heights of society!
Nell Van Dort: To the costumed balls!
William Van Dort: In the hallowed halls!
Nell Van Dort: Rubbing elbows with the finest!
William Van Dort: And having crumpets with Her Highness!
Nell Van Dort, William Van Dort: [singing] We'll be there! We'll be seen! Having tea with the queen! We'll forget everything... that we've ever ever been!
William Van Dort: [singing] It's a rather nice day.
Nell Van Dort: [singing] A day for a glorious wedding!
William Van Dort: A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear.
Nell Van Dort: A rehearsal for a glorious wedding!
William Van Dort: Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know.
Nell Van Dort: That nothing unexpected interferes with the show.
Nell Van Dort, William Van Dort: [singing] And that's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...
Nell Van Dort: [singing] According to plan!
William Van Dort: Our son will be married!
Nell Van Dort: [singing] According to plan!
William Van Dort: And our family carried,
Nell Van Dort, William Van Dort: [singing] Elevated to the heights of society!
Nell Van Dort: To the costumed balls!
William Van Dort: In the hallowed halls!
Nell Van Dort: Rubbing elbows with the finest!
William Van Dort: And having crumpets with Her Highness!
Nell Van Dort, William Van Dort: [singing] We'll be there! We'll be seen! Having tea with the queen! We'll forget everything... that we've ever ever been!
Victoria Everglot: Can the living marry the dead?
Pastor Galswells: What on Earth are you speaking about?
Victoria Everglot: 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.
Pastor Galswells: I believe I know the thing to do. Come with me.
Pastor Galswells: What on Earth are you speaking about?
Victoria Everglot: 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.
Pastor Galswells: I believe I know the thing to do. Come with me.
