Cinderella II: Dreams Come True

At the very least, one must learn
to dance with poise and grace.

I'm trying.
I-I-I just need more practise.

It must be perfect.
It is the king's favourite dance.

No, no, no, Your Highness.
It must be slower and more formal.

Your Highness, eggshell or bone?
- Eggshell?
- Bone.

Now, who sits next to the count?
- The duke?
- The marquis.

- Gold or silver?
- For what?

- Baron or viscount?
- Who?

- Pekoe or Darjeeling?
- I don't know!

- Braised or broiled?
- Fish or fowl?
- Stand or sit?

- Mind the music!
- Hair up or down?
- Left or right?

- One or two?
- Watch the chair!
- Your Highness!

Your Highness, the dance
is best performed on one's feet.

This is a disaster.
Poor Cinderelly.
Please don't cry.

Cinderelly not happy,
mice-mice not happy.

Jaq, what am I going to do?
I'm a complete failure
as a princess.

Why can't I learn to do this right?
Ah, look at me.
Cinderelly not look like Cinderelly.
It's true.
Something's just not right here.

Like, uh, stewed prunes?
Exactly, Gus. And why do they
have to keep the palace so dark?

And that awful dance.
- And those boring colours
that all look the same.
- And stewed prunes!

Especially those rules about
keeping commoners out of the palace!

Why, I was a dish maid when
the prince married me.

And he loves me because I'm me.
I've been trying to obey someone
else's rules about who I should be...

and how I should dress.
This hair!
I know I can do this. I just have
to stop trying to be someone else.

What's she gonna do, Jaq-Jaq?
Gus, I'm going to plan
this banquet my way.

Who's to say the rules
must stay the same forevermore

Open the gates!
Whoever made them had to change
the rules that came before

So make your own way
Show the beauty within