Ella Enchanted

Char:
Kiss me...

Char:
That wasn't an order.

Ella:
I know

Tour Guide:
Girls, stop tonguing the floor!

Hattie:
Just admit you're stupid and don't know what you're talking about.

Ella:
I'm stupid and I don't know what I'm talking about.

Mean Little Girl:
Bite me!

Mean Little Girl:
Ow!

Char:
Not particularly, no. Why?

Char:
Ella of Frell you're not like other girls.

Ella:
You have no idea.

Narrator:
So, while her stepfamily scratched newly-found itches, Ella was off, glad to be away from the... witches.

Char:
Tell me do you get a kick out of near death experiences?

Ella:
No, I was fine, I had things will in hand.

Char:
Oh yes, I could see that as you were dangling over the boiling cauldron. No doubt lulling the ogres into a false sense of security.

Heston:
Oh, no!

Heston:
Ow!

Ella:
My step-sister Hattie would die if she knew I was here.

Char:
Hattie. Is that her name? Now I know what name to put on the restraining order.

Ella:
I wonder if my opponent is basing her opinion on the Prince's politics or how cute she thinks his butt is?

Dame Olga:
I want to look 25 at tonight's ball. What do you suggest?

Mandy:
A time machine?

Make-Up Artist:
May I recommend our newest procedure? Bat feces and oxen blood. Battox!

NiSSh:
How would you like to be eaten? Baked? Boiled?

Ella:
How about free range?

Char:
Well let me see, so far the score is chivalry two, gratitude zero.

Char:
Ella tell me how you really feel about me.

Ella:
I love you.

Ella:
I think you're gonna be a great king some day.

Char:
I suppose that dagger that you were ready to plunge into my heart was just an early wedding present.

Char:
I guess the score stands at chivalry, two, and gratitude, zero.

Char:
What can you tell me about your sister.

Hattie:
Olive? Idiot.

Char:
No I mean Ella.

Hattie:
Ella? Ugh. She's such a drab. Let's talk about us.

Char:
Us?

Ella:
Say no to Ogrecide!

Slannen the Elf:
Into the forest of certain death goes Slannen.

Ella:
Thank you!

Hattie:
It's me he's going to have at his coronation.

Ella:
Yeah, in the middle of the table with an apple in your mouth.

Ella:
I've met Prince Charmont, and I think he might be different from his uncle.

Slannen the Elf:
Why?

Slannen the Elf:
Cause he's a hunk?

Ella:
No...

Slannen the Elf:
What is he, about 6 foot?

Ella:
Yeah, about.

Slannen the Elf:
Yeah, I hate the guy already.

Benny:
Looks like she's getting herself an FWI.

Ella:
An FWI?

Benny:
Flying while intoxicated.

Hattie:
Show us where Char showers!

Olive:
I bet he showers naked!

Koopooduk:
That's a fine young man you have here.

Ella:
Oh, he's not fine - I - I mean, mine. He is fine, but uh-uh-never mind.

Slannen the Elf:
Elves aren't that short you know. That's just a stupid myth created by that "Elves and the Shoemaker" story. Do I look small enough to fit in a shoe? Stinkin' Grimm Brothers!

Hattie:
Ella stop kissing him. You are never to kiss him again.

Ella:
You wanna bet?

Char:
Marry me?

Ella:
Now that I'll do.

Ella:
Slannen doesn't sing.

Koopooduk:
Well what about you then?

Ella:
Oh no... I couldn't... I - - please don't.

Koopooduk:
Sing!

Char:
These last few days have been so perfect. Except for the bit where we almost got eaten by ogres. And you wrote a letter that ripped out my heart. And I had to dance with Hattie.

Slannen the Elf:
You know, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you're much prettier than I expected.

Brumhilda:
I know. Giants are supposed to be big, ugly and mean. It's because of stories like "Jack and the Beanstalk." Stinking Grimm Brothers!