Lady Tremaine – “Hope the illuminated firmament hasn’t dazzled your vision. Remember, this dance party decides the next Queen. Just get the Prince to dance with you. Mesmerize him with your grace.”
Anastasia and Drizella together – “But, the prince isn’t even looking at us.”
Lady Tremaine – “Shut up. The incumbency of you two is making me feel wabbit. What did you expect? The Prince will just fall at your feet and ask you to dance? You have to make an effort. Don’t just stand here. Move those lazy legs.
Wait, where are you looking at? The Prince is on that side. Are you even listening?”
Anastasia – “Oh, mother, turn around. Just look at the aura of the new girl. The whole ballroom is now fixated on her. Who will care to dance with us?”
Lady Tremaine – “Of course, all eyes are watching her, dimwits. Everyone is wondering how the shameless lass has arrived without a guardian. Stop gaping at a stray girl. Focus on the Prince.”
Drizella – “Wait a second. Doesn’t she look familiar to you, sister?”
Anastasia – “You are right. Too familiar. Actually, if our little servant, Cinderella take a good bath, put on some makeup and a designer dress, she will look somewhat like this new entrant. But, this can’t be her?”
Drizella – “Obviously this isn’t her. But, the similarity is uncanny.”
Anastasia – “Why don’t we find out more about that?”
Lady Tremaine – “Ha-ha. You two hallucinated buffoons. You have better things to do than stalking some random girl. Wait, where are you two going?
Oh, God, just give me a machete. Let me kill these two and hang myself.”
Anastasia – “Hi, have we met before?”
Cinderella – “I don’t think so. I am visiting this town for the first time.”
Drizella – “Even your voice sounds familiar.”
Cinderella – “Everyone says so. My voice is too common. Please, excuse me. I need to use the loo.”
Prince – “Are you looking for something?”
Cinderella – “Ah, yes. A place to hide.”
Prince – “You want to hide away from this happening dance party?”
Cinderella – “Dance party! This is a living matrimonial site. I just wanted a night to unwind myself. And now I’m trying to avoid all those suitors in this uncomfortable glass shoe.”
Prince – “Too many creeps around, right?”
Cinderella – “Yes. Already dodged two marriage proposals. They don’t even know my name and dreaming to marry me. Who decides a life partner in one dance?”
Prince – “It’s an age-old ritual. After all, if a girl looks good and dances well, what more you need?”
Cinderella – “Compatibility and the girl’s consent, perhaps.”
Prince – “Compatibility? Consent? What’s that?
By the way, I saw even a few girls were flocking around you.”
Cinderella – “That’s a separate issue altogether. Can’t explain.
Oh, no that weird blonde fellow is coming this way. Hide me fast.”
Prince – “Only if you agree to my quid pro quo deal.”
Cinderella – “And what exactly would that be?”
Prince – “A dance with me in private.”
Cinderella – “Boys!”