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As you wish.

Ella, what's that

on your face?

Madam?

It's ash from

the fireplace.

Do clean yourself up.

You'll get cinders

in our tea.

I've got a new name for her!

Cinderwench.

ANASTASIA: I couldn't

bear to look so dirty.

Oh, Dirty Ella.

Cinder-ella!

That's what we'll call you.

STEPMOTHER: Oh, girls,

you're too clever.

Who's this for?

Is there someone

we've forgotten?

It's my place.

It seems too much

to expect you to prepare breakfast,

serve it and

still sit with us.

Wouldn't you prefer

to eat when all the work is done, Ella?

Or should I say,

"Cinderella"?

Hmm?

FAIRY GODMOTHER:

Cinderella.

Names have power,

like magic spells.

And of a sudden,

it seemed to her

that her stepmother

and stepsisters

had indeed transformed her

into merely a creature

of ash

and toil.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Run!

Quickly, my friend,

or they'll catch you!

Go!

Whoa! Easy!

FAIRY GODMOTHER: Perhaps it was just

as well that Ella's stepsisters were cruel.

For had she not run

to the forest,

she might never have met

the prince.

CINDERELLA: Easy! Easy!

Whoa! Whoa!

Easy, boy!

Come on, boy, slow down!

PRINCE: Miss!

Miss! Are you all right?

Hold on!

CINDERELLA:

I'm all right, thank you!

That's fine.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa.

Whoa.

Are you all right?

I'm all right,

but you've nearly frightened

the life out of him.

Who?

The stag.

What's he

ever done to you

that you should

chase him about?

I must confess I've

never met him before.

He is a friend of yours?

An acquaintance.

We met just now.

I looked into his eyes,

and he looked into mine,

and I just felt he had

a great deal left to do with his life.

That's all.

Miss, what do they call you?

Never mind what they call me.

PRINCE: You shouldn't be this

deep in the forest alone.

I'm not alone.

I'm with you, Mister...

What do they call you?

You don't know who I am?

That is...

They call me Kit.

Well, my father does

when he's in a good mood.

And...

where do you live, Mr. Kit?

At the palace.

My father's

teaching me his trade.

You're an apprentice?

Of a sort.

That's very fine.

Do they treat you well?

Better than I deserve,

most likely.

And you?

They treat me

as well as they're able.

I'm sorry.

It's not your doing.

Nor yours either, I'll bet.

It's not so very bad.

Others have it worse,

I'm sure.

We must...

simply have courage

and be kind, mustn't we?

Yes.

You're right.

That's exactly how I feel.

Please don't

let them hurt him.

But we're hunting, you see.

It's what's done.

Just because it's what's done

doesn't mean it's what should be done.

Right again.

Then,

you'll leave him alone,

won't you?

I will.

Thank you very much, Mr. Kit.

CAPTAIN: Ah.

There you are, Your High...

It's Kit! Kit!

Kit! I'm Kit.

I'm on my way.

Well,

we'd better get a move on,

Mr. Kit.

As I said.

On my way.

I hope to see

you again, miss.

And I, you.

You sound as if you're the first fellow

ever to meet a pretty girl.

She wasn't a

"pretty girl."

Well, she was a pretty girl,

but there was

so much more to her.

How much more?

You've only met her once.

How could you know

anything about her?

You told me you knew right away

when you met Mother.

That's different.

Your mother was a princess.

You would have

loved her anyway.

KING: I would

never have seen her,

because it wouldn't

have been appropriate.

And my father would have told me

what I'm telling you

and I would have listened.

No, you wouldn't.

Yes, I would.

No, you wouldn't.

I would.

You wouldn't.

You're right.

Well, how is he?

Your Majesty...

KING: Never mind.

If it takes that long to work out

a way to say it, I already know.

Father...

Way of all flesh, boy.

Come.

We shall be late.

And punctuality is the...

BOTH:

...politeness of princes.

ROYAL CRIER:

His Majesty, the King!

GRAND DUKE: I'm sure your father spoke

to you of your behavior in the forest.

Is it any business

of yours, Grand Duke?

Your business is my business,

Your Royal Highness.

It will not do to

let the stag go free.

Just because it's what's done

doesn't mean it's what should be done.

Or something like that.

MAN: Master Phineus,

master of the paintbrush,

patiently awaits.

KING: Make him look marriageable,

Master Phineus.

We must attract

a suitable bride,

even if he won't listen

to a word I say.

MR. PHINEUS: I shall endeavor to

please, Your Majesty.

But I can't work miracles.

A splendid canvas,

Master Phineus.

MR. PHINEUS: Thank you.

As if he knows

anything about art.

PRINCE:

So, these portraits

will really be sent abroad?

To induce the high and mighty to attend

this ball you insist upon.

Which is a tradition.

Which is beloved.

At which you will

choose a bride.

Ah, fascinating.

If I must marry, could I not wed,

say, a good, honest country girl?

How many divisions will this

"good, honest country girl" provide us?

How will she make

the kingdom stronger?

We are a small kingdom amongst

great states, Your Royal Highness.

And it's a dangerous world.

Listen, boy.

MAN: Taking you up,

Master Phineus.

MR. PHINEUS: Good.

I want to see you

and the kingdom safe.

All right, Father,

on one condition.

Let the invitations

go to everyone, not just the nobility.