Shrek 2 Page #5

my blessings to this... thing?

Fiona does.

And she'll never forgive you if you don't.

l don't want to lose

our daughter again, Harold.

Oh, you act as if love

is totally predictable.

Don't you remember when

we were young?

We used to walk

down by the lily pond and...

- they were in bloom...

- Our first kiss.

lt's not the same!

l don't think you realize that

our daughter has married a monster!

Oh, stop being such a drama king.

Fine! Pretend there's nothing wrong!

La, di, da, di, da!

lsn't it all wonderful!

l'd like to know

how it could get any worse!

- Hello, Harold.

- What happened?

- Nothing, dear!

Just the old crusade wound

playing up a bit!

l'll just stretch it

out here for a while.

You better get in.

We need to talk.

Actually, Fairy Godmother,

off to bed.

Already taken my pills,

and they tend to make me a bit drowsy.

So, how about... we make this

a quick visit. What?

Oh, hello.

Ha-ha-ha!

So, what's new?

You remember my son,

Prince Charming?

ls that you? My gosh!

lt's been years.

When did you get back?

Oh, about five minutes ago, actually.

After l endured blistering winds,

scorching desert...

l climbed to the highest room

in the tallest tower...

Mommy can handle this.

He endures blistering winds

and scorching desert!

He climbs to the highest bloody room

of the tallest bloody tower...

And what does he find?

Some gender-confused wolf

telling him that his princess

is already married.

lt wasn't my fault.

He didn't get there in time.

Stop the car!

Harold.

You force me to do something

l really don't want to do.

Where are we?

Hi. Welcome to Friar's Fat Boy!

May l take your order?

My diet is ruined!

l hope you're happy. Er... okay.

Two Renaissance Wraps,

no mayo... chili rings...

- l'll have the Medieval Meal.

- One Medieval Meal and, Harold...

- Curly fries?

- No, thank you.

- Sourdough soft taco, then?

- No, really, l'm fine.

Your order, Fairy Godmother.

This comes with the Medieval Meal.

There you are, dear.

We made a deal, Harold, and l assume

you don't want me to go back on my part.

lndeed not.

So, Fiona and Charming will be together.

- Yes.

- Believe me, Harold. lt's what's best.

Not only for your daughter...

but for your Kingdom.

What am l supposed to do about it?

Use your imagination.

Oh...

Come on in, Your Majesty.

I like my town

With a little drop of poison

Nobody knows...

Excuse me.

Do l know you?

No, you must be mistaking me

for someone else.

Uh... excuse me.

l'm looking for the Ugly Stepsister.

Ah! There you are. Right.

You see, l need to have

someone taken care of.

- Who's the guy?

- Well, he's not a guy, per se.

Um... He's an ogre.

Hey, buddy, let me clue you in.

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