Ella Enchanted
2004
Char: Kiss me... (Ella leans in) That wasn't an order. Ella: I know (kisses him)
Fan Club Girl: Prince Charmont actually stepped on these tiles! (a bunch of girls get down and start kissing the floor) Tour Guide: Girls, stop tonguing the foyer!
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.
Hattie: Hold your tongue, Ella. (Ella literally holds her tongue) Prof. Edith: Ella! Ella: (still holding her tongue) My tongue itches. (scratches her tongue) Prof. Edith: Well, if you're not going to take this seriously, I will have to appoint the winner as Hattie.
Mean Little Girl: Bite me! (lttle Ella does so) Mean Little Girl: Ow!
Fan Club Girl: Prince Charmont, are you a fast runner? Char: Not particularly, no. Why? Fan Club Girl: Get him! (a mob of girls start chasing Char)
Ella: (angrily) Prince Charmont. Char: Please,call me (sees Ella for the first time and is smitten) Char: call me Char.
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.
Ella: (storms into the room) Drop that crown!
Fan Club Girl: He tried to kill Prince Char! Girl: Get him! Heston: Oh, no! (Char's fan club start beating him up) Heston: Ow!
Char: Traveling with an elf? What? Your boyfriend couldn't make it? Ella: No. Char: (disappointed) Oh. Ella: Because I don't have a boyfriend. Char: (happily) Oh. Ella: What about you? Your girlfriend doesn't mind being left alone? Char: I don't have a girlfriend. Ella: (happily) Oh. Char: I have many. Ella: (disappointed) Oh. Char: I'm kidding, you shouldn't believe everything you read in Medieval Teen.
Ella: Oh, my stepsister Hattie would die if she knew I was here. She's the uh, the president of your fan club you know. Char: Oh, Hattie, yah. Thank you. 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: Tell me about your sister. Hattie: Olive? Idiot. Char: Eh. No. Ella. Hattie: Oh. Hmmmph. I don't want to talk about her, she's so dreary. (giggles) I just want to talk about us. Char: Us!
(a bunch of other girls are cheering for Prince Charmont) Ella: Say no to Ogrecide!
Ella: (during the opening of the mall Ella stand on a planter, holding up a sign) Say no to ogreside! Areida: Stop the Giant land grab! (continues)
Ella: (hearing a noise in the forest) What was that? Benny: Probably something that wants to eat us.
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.
Hattie: Olive, have you noticed anything strange about Ella? Olive: No, not really. Hattie: Have you noticed it gets darker at night then lighter when the sun comes up? Olive: (look of dumb realization) That's because of Ella! Hattie: Never mind.
Ella: I've met Prince Charmont, and I think he might be different from his uncle. Slannen the Elf: Why? (scoffs) 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! (All girls on castle tour scream)
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!
Slannen the Elf: (rustling) Oh no... The rustling always comes before the screaming and the running. I *knew* this was gonna happen! They're just gonna find pieces of us scattered across the forest. Benny: (a rabbit hops out of the bushes) Oh, a bunny. You know, the last known case of a bunny attack was, well, *never*.
Hattie: Ella stop kissing him. You are never to kiss him again. Ella: You wanna bet? (takes her mother's necklace from Hattie and turns back to Char) 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! (Ella bursts into "Somebody to Love")
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.
Edgar: I trust you found everything to your satisfaction? Ella: Yes, thank you. Edgar: Good, good. (Edgar knocks book off table) Edgar: Oh, dear. How clumsy of me. Pick it up. (Ella picks it up) Edgar: Very good. Now touch your toes. Ella: (touching her toes) Oh, no. Edgar: Oh, yes. And while you're about it, why don't you pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time? (Ella does so) Edgar: Now jump up and down. Ella: (jumping up and down) Please stop. Edgar: Wait. Perhaps you know this one. (sings) Put your left foot in... (Ella puts left foot in) Edgar: ... put your left foot out... (Ella puts left foot out) Edgar: ... put your left foot in... (Ella puts left foot in) Edgar: ... and shake it all about. Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake. (Ella shakes) Edgar: Shake your booty. Shake your booty. (Ella shakes booty) Edgar: Oh ho! This is fabulous! Heston: Hate to be a party pooper, but Edgar, evil plans, remember? Edgar: Yes, you're right (to Ella) Okay, stop.
NiSSh: You, into the pot. (Ella walks over to pot) Slannen the Elf: Forget them! Ella: (turns around in surprise at ogres) Who are you? NiSSh: I am the ogre, NiSSh. We just did this. Didn't we just do this? All right. That's enough fun and games. Now keep your mouth shut... (Ella closes her mouth) NiSSh: ... and don't move. (Ella freezes)
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!
Narrator: Fairy tales tell, as their labels imply / Stories of magic, of creatures that fly / With giants and dragons and ogres and elves / And inanimate objects that speak for themselves / There's romance and danger and plotting of schemes / There's good guys and bad guys and some guys in between / A fairy tale also reveals some sort of truth / The perils of choices we make in our youth./ But our story today is different in theme./ For our hero had no choice or so it would seem./ It starts with a fairy bestowing a spell./ This one's a baby named Ella of Frell
Narrator: If there's one thing to learn it's you just can't go wrong / If you follow your heart, and end with a song.
Narrator: Now it's back to the real world all of you I must send / For I've only two words left and they are, "The End."
Char: Well, that's on our way back to Lamia. We'll accompany you. Ella: Well, that's not necessary. Char: But it makes it so much easier rescuing you if I don't have to commute.