All language subtitles for Corpse.Bride.2005.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG-

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Here ye, here ye, 1 0 minutes to go
till Van Dort's wedding rehearsal.

Watch it!

-lt's a beautiful day
-lt's a rather nice day

A day for a glorious wedding

A rehearsal, my dear
To be perfectly clear

A rehearsal for a glorious wedding

Assuming nothing happens
That we don't really know

That nothing unexpected
lnterferes with the show

And that's why everything
Every last little thing

Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go

-According to plan
-Our son will be married

-According to plan
-Our family carried

Elevated to the heights of society

-To the costume balls
-In the hallowed halls

Rubbing elbows with the finest

Having crumpets with Her Highness

We'll be there, we'll be seen
Having tea with the queen

We'll forget everything
That we've ever, ever been

-Blimey! It's my dress is caught.
-Begging your pardon, ma'am.

-Come on, dear.
-It's not me. It's my dress is caught.

Where is Victor? We might be late.

Fish merchants.

-It's a terrible day
-Now, don't be that way

It's a terrible day for a wedding

lt's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in

That has led to this ominous wedding

How could our family have come to this?

To marry off our daughter
To the nouveau riche

-They're so common
-So coarse

-Oh, it couldn't be worse
-Couldn't be worse? I'm afraid i disagree

They could be land-rich,
Bankrupt aristocracy

Without a penny to their name

Just like you and me

Oh, dear.

And that's why everything
Every last little thing

Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go

-According to plan
-Our daughter will wed

-According to plan
-Our family led

From the depths of deepest poverty

-To the noble realm
-Of our ancestry

And who would have guessed
In a million years

-That our daughter with a face
-Of an otter in disgrace

Would provide our ticket
To a rightful place

Oh, Hildegarde.

What if Victor and I
don't like each other?

As if that has anything
to do with marriage.

Do you suppose your father and I
like each other?

Surely you must a little?

-Of course not.
-Of course not.

Get those corsets laced properly.

I can hear you speak without gasping.

You've certainly hooked a winner
this time, Victor.

-Now, all you have to do is reel her in.
-I'm already reeling, Mother.

Shouldn't Victoria Everglot
be marrying a lord or something?

Oh, nonsense! We're every bit
as good as the Everglots.

I always knew i deserved better
than a fish merchant's life.

But I've never even spoken to her.

Well, at least we have that
in our favor.

Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing.

Marriage is a partnership,
a little tit for tat.

You'd think a lifetime watching us. . . .

Might have taught her that

-Might have taught her that
-Everything must be perfect

-Everything must be perfect
-Everything must be perfect

Perfect
That's why everything

Every last little thing

Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go

According to plan

Look at the way you're standing.

You look like you got rickets
or something. . . .

Oh, my goodness. Oh, such grandeur!
Such impeccable taste!

Oh, beautiful, innit?

It's not as big as our place, dear.

-Bit shabby really, isn't it?
-Shut up.

Lord and Lady Everglot. . .

. . . Mr. and Mrs. Van Dort.

Why, you must be Miss Victoria.

Yes, I must say, you don't look a day
over 20. No. Oh, yes.

Smile, darling, smile.

Well, hello. What a pleasure.
Welcome to our home.

Thank you.

We'll be taking tea
in the west drawing room.

Oh, do come this way,
it's just through there.

Oh, I love what you've done with the place.
Who is your decorator?

Nice tiles, shame about the drapes.

My husband says such foolish things.
Ignore him.

Yes, it's usually best.

-Do forgive me.
-You play beautifully.

I-- I-- I do apologize, Miss Everglot.
How rude of me to-- Well. . . .

Excuse me.

Mother won't let me near the piano.

Music is improper for a young lady.

Too passionate, she says.

If I may ask, Miss Everglot. . .

. . .where is your chaperon?

Perhaps, in--
In view of the circumstances. . .

. . .you could call me Victoria.

Yes, of course. Well. . . .

-Victoria. . . .
-Yes, Victor.

Tomorrow, we are to be m--

M-- M--

-Married.
-Yes. Married.

Since I was a child, I've--
I've dreamt of my wedding day.

I always hoped to find someone
I was deeply in love with.

Someone to spend
the rest of my life with.

-Silly, isn't it?
-Yes, silly.

No. No, not at all, no.

Oh, dear. I'm sorry.

What impropriety is this?

You shouldn't be alone together.

Here it is, one minute before 5,
and you're not at the rehearsal.

Pastor Galswells is waiting.
Come at once.

Master Van Dort,
from the beginning. Again.

"With this hand,
I will lift your sorrows.

Your cup will never empty,
for I will be your wine.

With this candle,
I will light your way in darkness.

With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

-Let's try it again.
-Yes. Yes, sir.

With this candle. . . .

This candle. . . .

This candle.

-Shall I get up there and do it for him?
-Don't get all aflutter, dear.

With this candle. . . .

Continue!

Get the door, Emil.

Let's just pick it up at the candle bit.

A Lord Barkis, sir.

I haven't a head for dates.

Apparently,
I'm a day early for the ceremony.

-Is he from your side of the family?
-I can't recall.

Emil, a seat for Lord Barkis.

Do carry on.

Let's try it again, shall we,
Master Van Dort?

-Yes. Yes, sir. Certainly.
-Right.

Right. Oh, right!

-With this. . . . This--
-Hand.

With this hand. . .

. . . I-- With--

Three steps, three!

Can you not count? Do you not wish
to be married, Master Van Dort?

-No! No.
-You do not?

No! I meant, no,
I do not not wish to be married.

That is, I want very much to--

Pay attention ! Have you
even remembered to bring the ring?

The ring? Yes. Of course.

-Dropping the ring.
-Oh, no, he's dropped the ring !

-This boy doesn't want to get married.
-How disgraceful !

Excuse me. Got it!

Out of the way, you ninny.

Oh, dear! Oh, my! Giddy on, there's a
woman on fire! Help! Emergency!

-Oh, I hope it doesn't stain.
-Stop fanning it, you fool.

-Get a bucket, get a bucket.
-I'm on my way, dear. Yes. Oh, dear!

Enough ! This wedding cannot take place
until he is properly prepared.

Young man, learn your vows.

Well, he's quite the catch, isn't he?

Oh, Victoria.

She must think I'm such a fool.
This day couldn't get any worse.

Hear ye, hear ye! Rehearsal in ruins
as Van Dort boy causes chaos!

Fishy fiancé could be canned !

Everglots all fired up
as Van Dort disaster ruins rehearsal !

It really shouldn't be all that difficult.

It's just a few simple vows.

With this hand, I will take your wine.

No.

With this hand. . .

. . . I will cup your--

Oh, goodness, no.

With this. . . .

With this candle, I will. . . .

I will. . . .

I will set your mother on fire.

Oh, it's no use.

With this hand,
I will lift your sorrows.

Your cup will never empty,
for I will be your wine.

Mrs. Everglot.

You look ravishing this evening.

What's that, Mr. Everglot?
Call you "Dad"? If you insist, sir.

With this candle,
I will light your way in darkness.

With this ring. . .

. . . I ask you to be mine.

I do.

You may kiss the bride.

-A new arrival.
-He must've fainted.

-Are you all right?
-What--? What happened?

By Jove, man. Looks like
we've got ourselves a breather.

-Does he have a dead brother?
-He's still soft.

A toast, then.

To the newlyweds.

Newlyweds?

In the woods,
you said your vows so perfectly.

I did?

I did.

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Coming through, coming through.

My name is Paul, I am the head waiter.

I will be creating your wedding feast.

Wedding feast! I'm salivating.

Maggots.

Keep away!

I've got a--
I've got a dwarf.

And I'm not afraid to use him.
I want some questions. Now!

-Answers. I think you mean "answers."
-Thank you, yes, answers.

I need answers.
What's going on here? Where am I?

Who are you?

Well, that's kind of a long story.

What a story it is.

A tragic tale of romance, passion. . .

. . .and murder most foul.

This is gonna be good.

Hit it, boys.

Hey, give me a listen
You corpses of cheer

At least those of you
Who still got an ear

I'll tell you a story
Make a skeleton cry

Of our own jubiliciously
Lovely Corpse Bride

Die, die, we all pass away

But don't wear a frown
Because it's really okay

You might try and hide
And you might try and pray

But we all end up
The remains of the day

That's right.

Well, our girl was a beauty
Known for miles around

When a mysterious stranger
Came into town

He was plenty good-looking
But down on his cash

And our poor little baby
She fell hard and fast

When her daddy said no
She just couldn't cope

So our lovers came up
With a plan to elope

Die, die, we all pass away

But don't wear a frown
Because it's really okay

You might try and hide
And you might try and pray

But we all end up
The remains of the day

That's right.

Okay. Oh, yeah.
Come on, boys, pick it up.

Yeah. Like it.

Okay, Chancy, take it.

Yeah.

Yeah !

That's nice.

So they conjured up a plan
To meet late at night

They told not a soul
Kept the whole thing tight

Now, her mother's wedding dress
Fit like a glove

You don't need much
When you're really in love

Except for a few things
Or so l'm told

Like the family jewels
And a satchel of gold

Then next to the graveyard
By the old oak tree

On a dark foggy night
At a quarter to 3

She was ready to go
But where was he?

And then?

-She waited
-And then?

-There in the shadows, was it her man?
-And then?

-Her little heart beat so loud
-And then?

And then, baby, everything went black

Now, when she opened her eyes
She was dead as dust

Her jewels were missing
And her heart was bust

So she made a vow
Lying under that tree

That she'd wait for her true love
To come set her free

Always waiting for someone
To ask for her hand

Then out of the blue
Comes this groovy young man

Who vows forever
To be by her side

And that's the story
Of our Corpse Bride

Die, die, we all pass away

But don't wear a frown,
Because it's really okay

You might try and hide
And you might try and pray

But we all end up
The remains of the day

Yeah.

Victoria, come away from the window.

Oh, I'm sure he'll be back shortly.

He's terrified of the dark.
In fact, when he was a boy. . .

. . . he used to wet his combinations
regularly, didn't he, William?

Enter.

Lord Barkis.
I trust the room is to your liking.

Thank you,
you are a most gracious hostess.

Which is why it pains me
to be the bearer of such bad news.

Would you care
to repeat tonight's headline for us?

Hear ye, hear ye!

Victor Van Dort seen this night on the
bridge in the arms of a mystery woman !

The dark-haired temptress and Master
Van Dort slipped away into the night!

And now, the weather.
Scattered showers--

Enough ! That will be all.

Mystery woman?
He doesn't even know any women !

Or so you thought.

Do call for me
if you need my assistance. . .

. . . in any way.

Good heavens, Finis,
what should we do?

Fetch me musket.

William, do something.

The town crier
probably just had a slow news day.

You know how it is,
you need a little something to cry about.

Regardless, we are one groom short
for the wedding tomorrow.

Not to mention
the financial implications.

A most scandalous embarrassment
for us all.

Oh, give us a chance to find him,
we beg of you.

-Just give us until dawn.
-Very well. Till dawn.

Victor, darling, where are you?

If you ask me,
your boyfriend is kind of jumpy.

He's not my boyfriend,
he's my husband.

Victor, where have you gone?

I'll keep an eye out for him.

Victor?

There he goes, there he goes!
He's-- He's getting away!

Quick, quick, after him !

Victor.

Thank you.

Victor!

Where are you?

Victor?

Where have you gone?

Married, huh? I'm a widow.

Oh, how rude. He went that way!

Victor.

Victor, darling.

Please. There's been a mistake.
I'm not dead.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

-Excuse me.
-Excuse me.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Victor.

-Dead end.
-Victor!

Hello!

Could have used the stairs, silly.

Isn't the view beautiful?
It takes my breath away.

Well, it would if I had any.

Isn't it romantic?

Look, I am terribly sorry
about what's happened to you. . .

. . .and I'd like to help,
but I really need to get home.

-This is your home now.
-But I don't even know your name.

Well, that's a great way
to start a marriage.

Shut up!

-It's Emily.
-Emily.

Oh, I almost forgot.
I have something for you.

It's a wedding present.

Thank you.

Scraps?

Scraps!

My dog, Scraps!

Oh, Scraps, what a good boy.

I knew you'd be happy to see him.

Who's my good boy?
Sit. Sit, Scraps, sit.

Good boy, Scraps.
Roll over. Roll over.

Good boy, Scraps.
Play dead.

Sorry.

Oh, what a cutie.

You should have seen him with fur.

Mother never approved
of Scraps jumping up like this.

But then again,
she never approved of anything.

Do you think
she would have approved of me?

You're lucky
you'll never have to meet her.

Well, actually. . .

. . . now that you mention it,
I think you should.

In fact, since we're, you know. . .

. . . married,
you should definitely meet her.

And my father too. We should go
and see them right now.

What a fantastic idea!
Where are they buried?

-What? What is it?
-They're not from around here.

Where are they?

Oh, they're still alive.

-I'm afraid so.
-Well, that is a problem.

What's that, Scraps?

Oh, no, we couldn't possibly.

-Oh, well, if you put it like that.
-What?

Elder Gutknecht.

Scraps.

Elder Gutknecht. . .

. . .are you there?

Hello? Is anyone home?

Hello?

There you are!

Oh, my dear. There you are.

I've brought my husband, Victor.

What's that? Husband?

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

We need to go up. Upstairs?
To visit the land of the living.

Land of the living?

Oh, my dear.

Please, Elder Gutknecht.

Now, why go up there, when
people are dying to get down here?

Sir, I beg you to help.
It means so much to me--

-Us.
-I don't know, it's just not natural.

Please, Elder Gutknecht.

Surely there must be something
you can do.

Let me see what I can do.

Where did I put that book?

I left it here somewhere.

There's the one.

I have it.

A Ukrainian haunting spell.
Just the thing for these quick trips.

-So glad you thought of this.
-Me too.

Now, then. . .

. . .where were we?

The Ukrainian haunting spell?

Here we have it. Ready?

Just remember, when you
want to come back, say "Hopscotch."

-Hopscotch?
-That's it.

I spent so long in the darkness. . .

. . . I'd almost forgotten how beautiful
the moonlight is.

Hey, I think you dropped something.

Hold on, hold on.

I think I should prepare Mother
and Father for the big news.

I'll go ahead and you. . .

. . .wait here.

-Perfect.
-I won't be long.

Stay right here. I'll be right back.

Okay.

No peeking.

If ever I see that Van Dort boy. . .

. . . I'll strangle him with my bare hands.

Your hands are too fat,
and his neck is too thin.

You'll have to use a rope.

This is the voice of your conscience.
Listen to what I say.

I have a bad feeIing about that boy.
You know he is no--

Go chew someone else's ear for a while.

Victor has gone to see his parents,
just like he said.

If I hadn't just been sitting in it,
I would say that you had lost your mind !

I'm sure he has a perfectly
good reason for taking so long.

I am sure he does.
Why don't you go ask him?

All right, I will.

After all, he couldn't get far
with those cold feet.

-Victoria.
-Victor? I'm so happy to see you.

Come by the fire. Where have you been?
Are you all right?

I-- I--

Oh, dear.

You're as cold as death.
What's happened to you?

Your coat.

Victoria, I confess.

This morning
I was terrified of marriage.

But then, on meeting you,
I felt I should be with you always. . .

. . .and that our wedding
could not come soon enough.

Victor, I feel the same.

Victoria, I se-- I se--

I seem to find myself married.

And you should know it's unexpected.

My darling,
I just wanted to meet--

Darling? Who's this?

-Who is she?
-I'm his wife.

-Victor?
-Victoria, wait. You don't understand.

She's dead. Look.

Hopscotch.

No! No! Victoria!

You lied to me!

Just to get back to that other woman.

Don't you understand?
You're the other woman.

No! You're married to me.
She's the other woman.

She's got a point.

And I thought. . . . I thought
this was all going so well.

Look, I'm sorry, but. . .

. . .this just can't work.

Why not?

It's my eye, isn't it?

No. Your eye is. . .

. . . lovely.

Listen, under different circumstances,
well, who knows?

But we're just too different.
I mean, you're dead.

You should've thought about that
before you asked me to marry you.

Why can't you understand? It was
a mistake. I would never marry you.

Roses for eternal love.

Lilies for sweetness.

Baby's breath.

Why so blue?

Maybe he's right.
Maybe we are too different.

Maybe he shouId
have his head examined.

I could do it.

Or perhaps he does belong with her.
Little Miss Living.

With her rosy cheeks and beating heart.

Oh, those girls are ten a penny.
You've got so much more.

You've got-- You've got--

You've got a wonderful personality.

What does that wispy IittIe brat have
That you don't have doubIe?

She can't hold a candle
To the beauty of your smiIe

How about a pulse?

Overrated by a miIe

-Overvalued
-Overblown

If he onIy knew
The you that we know

And that silly IittIe creature
Isn't wearing his ring

And she doesn't pIay piano
Or dance, or sing

No, she doesn't compare

-But she still breathes air
-Who cares?

-Unimportant
-Overrated

-Overblown
-If onIy he couId see

How speciaI you can be

If he onIy knew
The you that we know

If I touch a burning candIe
I can feeI no pain

If you cut me with a knife
It's still the same

And I know her heart is beating

And I know that I am dead

Yet the pain here that I feeI

Try and tell me it's not reaI

And it seems that I still have
A tear to shed

The soIe redeeming feature
From that IittIe creature

Is that she's aIive

-Overrated
-Overblown

Everybody knows
That's just a temporary state

Which is cured very quickIy
When we meet our fate

-Who cares?
-Unimportant

-Overrated
-Overblown

If onIy he couId see
How speciaI you can be

If he onIy knew
The you that we know

If I touch a burning candIe
I can feeI no pain

In the ice or in the sun
It's all the same

Yet I feeI my heart is aching

Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking

And the pain here that I feeI

Try and tell me it's not reaI

I know that I am dead

Yet it seems that I still have
Some tears to shed

It's true, Mother!

Victor is married to a dead woman.

I saw her. A corpse!
Standing right here with Victor.

Victor was in your room?

I have to help him.

The scandal !

Come sit in your chair, dearie.
You're shaking like a leaf.

Let Hilde fetch you a blanket.

Fetch her a straitjacket!
She's completely mad !

Come, Hildegarde.

Finis, come to bed at once.

What in heaven's name?

Who could that be at this hour?

Miss Everglot.

What are you doing here? You should be
at home, prostrate with grief.

Pastor Galswells,
I have to ask you something.

-This is most irregular.
-Please, I beg of you.

You are the only one in the village who
knows of what awaits beyond the grave.

A grim topic for a bride-to-be.

It is a bride I fear,
which is why I must know:

Can the living marry the dead?

What on earth are you speaking about?

Please, it's Victor.
He's married to a corpse.

He has a corpse bride!

There must be some way
to undo what's been done.

I believe I know the thing to do.

Come with me.

Victoria? Where are your corsets?

She's speaking in tongues.
Of unholy alliances.

Her mind has come undone, I fear.

It's not true! Let me go! Let me go!

Thank you, Pastor Galswells.
Thank you so very much.

Take her to her room !

No, I'm telling the truth.

Victor needs my help.

Hildegarde, you believe me, don't you?

-Mother, Father, please.
-Seal the doors. . .

. . .and bar the windows. See to it that
she doesn't escape again.

He needs our help! Oh, let me go!
Let me go!

Will the mortification never cease?

It will be years before we can show
ourselves in public again.

What shall we do?

We shall continue as planned,
with or without Vincent.

-Victor.
-Whatever.

For that boy to toss aside
a young woman like Victoria. . .

. . . it's positively criminal.

Why, if I had a woman
like your daughter on my arm. . .

. . . I would lavish her with riches
befitting royalty.

Your lady wife
is a most fortunate woman.

Alas, I am not married.

I was betrothed some years ago. . .

. . . but tragedy snatched
my young bride away.

When one lives alone,
wealth counts for naught.

Marvelous news, Victoria,
there'll be a wedding after all.

You found him?

Make haste, my dear,
our relatives will arrive at any moment.

We must have you looking presentable
for Lord Barkis.

Lord Barkis?

He will make a fine husband.

Aye. A fortuitous turn of events indeed.

A far better prospect this time.

But I do not love him.
You cannot make me do this.

-We must.
-Please, I beg of you.

There must be another way.

Without your marriage to Lord Barkis. . .

. . .we shall be forced,
penniless, into the street.

We are destitute.

But Victor. . . .

Victor Van Dort has gone, child.

You shall marry Lord Barkis tomorrow.

-According to plan.
-According to plan.

Oh, my dear.
Oh, don't look at me that way.

You have only to suffer this union
until death do us part.

And that will come sooner
than you think.

Oh, it's almost dawn !
Where could he be?

Victor Van Dort elopes with corpse!

Heartbroken bride to wed
wealthy newcomer!

Wealthy newcomer? It cannot be.

Did he say corpse?

Oh, don't be ridiculous. What corpse
would marry our Victor?

Oh, Mayhew!
Silence that blasted coughing.

Mayhew, are you trying to kill us?

I think he's trying to kill us.

I. . .

. . .think you dropped this.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I lied to you
about wanting to see my parents.

It's just this whole day
hasn't gone quite, well. . .

. . .according to plan.

Pardon my enthusiasm.

I like your enthusiasm.

-New arrival ! New arrival !
-Lights up!

Hurry up, boys!

Drinks for everyone.

Another pint, sir?

-No, no. Just a half.
-No, no. Just a half.

It is impossible
to get good help anymore.

Welcoming committee, coming through !
Coming through !

-My name's Plum. Miss Plum.
-Mayhew?

Mayhew! How nice to see--

I'm so sorry.

Oh, yeah. Actually, though, I feel great.

Hurry up, boys. Can you not see
the gentleman is parched?

Mayhew, I have to get back.

They all must be worried sick.
How is everyone?

Well, they're still wondering
where you slipped off to.

Oh, and Miss Victoria. . . .

Yes? Yes, how is she?

Well, she's getting married
this evening.

What? Married to who?

Some newcomer,
Lord Somebody-or-Other.

But that's impossible!

Yeah, with you gone and all. . . .

I guess they didn't wanna
waste the cake.

But how could she?

Women, you can't live with them.

You can't live with--

Time to pick up the pieces and--
You know, and move on, I suppose.

Speaking of picking up the pieces?

Victor? Where are you going?

Miss Victoria, we must leave
for the church now.

Yesterday I thought my wedding
would be happy.

Now I feel like I'm caught
in the tide, pulled out to sea.

The sea leads to many places, dearie.

Maybe you'll land somewhere better.

With this candle, I will light
your way in darkness.

With this ring,
I ask you to be mine.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Oh, oh, dear.

I'm too late.

Oh, Mrs. Plum, what am I to do?

He just walked off without saying
a word. Are all men like this?

Well, I'm afraid none of them
are very bright.

They get something stuck
in their heads. . .

. . .and you can't do a thing with them.

My dear, we have to talk.

-Let me tell her, please. Let me tell her.
-What?

There is a complication
with your marriage.

I don't understand.

The vows are binding
only until death do you part.

What are you saying?

Death has already parted you.

If he finds out, he'll leave.

There must be something you can do.

Well, there is one way.

Oh, please, please, let me tell her.

It requires the greatest sacrifice.

-Go on, get to the good part.
-What is it?

-We have to kill him !
-What?

Victor would have to give up
the life he had forever.

He would need to repeat his vows
in the land of the living. . .

. . .and drink from the wine of ages.

Poison !

This would stop his heart forever.

Only then would he be free
to give it to you.

I could never ask him.

You don't have to.

I'll do it.

My boy, if you choose this path. . .

. . .you may never return
to the world above.

Do you understand?

I do.

Gather round. Gather round, everybody.

We've decided to do this thing properly.

So grab what you can and follow us.

We're moving this wedding party upstairs.

Upstairs? I didn't know
we had an upstairs.

-Sounds creepy.
-Let's go!

A wedding, a wedding
We're going to have a wedding

Hold on, Victor.

You can't get married looking like that.

The spiders think you're very cute
But goodness knows you need a suit

But have no fears, we're quite adept
We'll have you Iooking IoveIy, IoveIy, IoveIy

LoveIy, IoveIy, IoveIy, IoveIy, IoveIy yet

A little stitch, a little tuck
Some tender Ioving care

A IittIe thread will fix you up
And we've got pIenty as you see

And personally guarantee
Our quaIity repairs

A IittIe here, l'll fix the mess
We're going to do our very best

When everybody sees you
They will all be quite impressed

They will all be quite impressed

A wedding, we're going to have

A wedding cake is no mistake
It must be quite subIime

-We're missing something
-Try some dust

I wish I had more time

Perhaps there's something I can do
These bones might heIp a bit

-Oh, my nose.
-Sorry.

Wait a minute, that's it

-A IittIe of that
-A IittIe of this

The perfect cake is hard to miss

A wedding, a wedding
We're going to have

A wedding

Huzzah, huzzah

We're going to have a wedding
A wedding

Let's all give out a cheer
'Cause the bride is getting married today

One thing you can sureIy say
Is we will stand beside

UntiI the end we will defend
Our one and onIy bride

Our bride-to-be, our bride-to-be
Our IoveIy Corpse Bride

Huzzah! Hooray! Huzzah! Hooray!

Our bride is getting married today

-Oh, there she is.
-Here she comes.

Oh, oh, the bride is here

She's waited for this day
For many a year

For this day, for this day
Our hopes and our pride

The bride is here
Here comes the bride

Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride

For this day, for this day
Will Iast forever

And all of her friends
Will work together

To make it the perfect day
She's aIways dreamed

Our hopes and our pride
Our bride, our IoveIy bride

We're going to have a party
Like nobody's ever seen

The Iiving in the Iand above
Will not know where they've been

The Iand above
The party of the bride

Here comes the bride
On this gIorious day of days

Up to the Iand of the Iiving

To ceIebrate

Oh, dear.

Quiet down now, everyone.

Thank you.

Elegant, cultured, radiant.

Victoria has found a husband. . .

. . .with all these qualities and more.

Serendipity brought us together. . .

. . .and no force on earth
could tear us apart.

There's an eye in me soup.

Oh, sorry.

Fetch me musket!

Fetch your own musket. I'm off!

Coming through. Coming through.

Excuse me, you don't know me,
but I used to live in your dead mother.

Hey, hold on there.

I love a woman with meat on her bones.

Finis, who invited these people?

They must be from your side
of the family.

Certainly not.

Why, if my Grandfather Everglot could
see this, he'd be turning in his grave.

Finis.

Where do you keep the spirits?

In other news, the dead walk the earth !

Get back! Don't try
and sneak up on me!

Get back!

I'll give you such a wallop.

No.

Yeah.

Grandpa?

-Bounder!
-Sweetie pie.

-Monster.
-Buttercup.

-Cad !
-Gertrude!

Alfred?

You've been dead for 1 5 years.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

Ethel !

Wait. That's it.

We're going to take whatever money
we can and get out of here.

Money? What money?

Your dowry. It's my right!

But my parents don't have any money.

It's my marriage to you that will
save them from the poorhouse.

Th-- The poorhouse?

You're lying. It isn't true.
Tell me that you're lying !

Did things not go according
to your plan, Lord Barkis?

Well, perhaps in disappointment
we are perfectly matched.

Be gone, ye demons from hell !

Back to the void
from whence you came!

You shall not enter here.

Back, back!

Keep it down, we're in a church.

Evening.

Dearly beloved and departed. . .

. . .we are gathered here today to join
this man and this corpse in marriage.

Victor?

Living first.

With this hand. . .

. . . I will lift your sorrows.

Your cup will never empty. . .

. . .for I will be your wine.

Now you.

With this hand. . .

. . . I will lift your sorrows.

Your cup will never empty.

For I will be. . . .

I will be. . . .

Go on, my dear.

Your cup. . .

. . .will never empty. . .

. . .for I will be. . . .

I will be your wine.

She's having second thoughts.

I can't.

What's wrong?

This is wrong.

I was a bride.

My dreams were taken from me.

Well, now. . . .

Now I've stolen them
from someone else.

I love you, Victor.

But you're not mine.

Victoria!

Oh, how touching.

I always cry at weddings.

Our young lovers together at last.

Surely now they can live
happily ever after.

But you forget. . .

. . .she's still my wife!

I'll not leave here empty-handed !

You?

Emily?

You !

But-- But-- I left you.

For dead.

This woman is obviously delusional !

Sorry to cut things short,
but we must be on our way.

Take your hands off her.

Do I have to kill you too?

Victor, catch !

Sorry.

I say, you're not playing fair, sir.

Touché, my dear.

Get out.

Oh, I'm leaving.

But first a toast. To Emily.

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

Tell me, my dear. . .

. . .can a heart still break
once it's stopped beating?

Let me at him ! Let me at him !

-No, don't hold me back.
-Wait.

We must abide by their rules.

We are amongst the living.

Well said.

Not anymore.

Yep, you're right. He's all yours.

New arrival.

Oh, Victor,
I never thought I'd see you again.

Wait.

I made a promise.

You kept your promise.

You set me free.

Now I can do the same for you.

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