Cinderella: Once Upon A Time... In The West Page #2

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( all cheering )

How lovely. Thank you.

- Not a word, Mother?

- Oh!

( Mother laughs )

Welcome, welcome, Your Highnesses,

to Felicity City.

Oh!

l am Felicity.

- And what you see is all me.

- ( fIy buzzes )

Having you here is a great honor

for simple people like us--

l mean, like them.

Please, l'd like to introduce you

to my daughters.

Melody? Harmony?

Where are those girls?

Oh, there are

my dearest darlings!

- At their studies as always.

- ( flute tweets )

Beautiful, aren't they?

Oh!

Ah! Who would have

expected to find

in such a dry and

hostile-seeming place like this--

Such tempting and juicy salads?

It's aImost a miracIe.

They'll take good care of you.

Your Highness, it's all arranged.

- They'll be your guardian angels.

- Duchess:
Oh!

Oh, and there's going to be

a ball in your honor tonight.

Oh. Ha!

A ball?

What a stroke of luck, Mother.

l thought we were going to discover

the West and its rude austerity.

Eh! The carriage!

( tires screech, rumbling )

Ah, my violin.

Sheriff:

The law is unequivocal.

Train attacks are a crime.

Yes indeed,

l gotta make a point here.

( jaw harp twanging )

( grunts )

As if l didn't already have

enough to do, thanks to Felicity.

Now l'm forced to be a flunky

for the tourists.

Um, Cinderella, uh uh uh...

lt's true.

l mean, who cares about some stuffy

prince and duchess of so-and-so?

Prince VIadimir

Semyonovich Sergeyev Pichikov,

- at your service.

- ( Iaughs )

And your name is?

Uh, my name?

WeII, it's--

it's more of a nickname, really.

lt's Cinderella.

Her name is Cinderella.

Well, Cinderella, if you don't mind,

l'll take my violin with me.

lt's fragile.

And the rest?

l mean your luggage,

shouId I take it to--

To the saloon, yes.

CouId I pIease

have my violin back now?

Yes.

- All right, then.

- The violin.

- Give him back his violin.

- Right!

Thank you.

So long, cowgirl.

( chuckling )

Got something to say,

Little Cloud?

SiIence is the friend of he

who wants an unbroken nose.

( sniffs )

Sheriff:

Oh! What an awful waste.

Do you ever think

about your mother?

lmagine her extreme

disappointment.

- ( bolt clicking )

- Sheriff:
Yep!

Well, underneath it all,

l'm sure you're sorry.

Bleh! Bleh!

( squawking )

Yes, yes, yes!

I won again.

No, you didn't.

You cheated again.

Oh! Vladimir!

Oh! My cruel, torturing,

pitiIess, heartIess son.

You are still angry

at your poor old mother, aren't you?

Okay, okay, okay!

l announced our arrival.

But in the end,

what does it change, hmm?

What does it change?

- ( crowd cheering )

- Absolutely nothing, Mother.

( girl squealing )

FeIicity:

Everything's got to be perfect!

First one to slack off

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