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651
a wonderful dream come true. 652
Yes, my child, but like all dreams, 653
well, I'm afraid this can't last forever. 654
You'll have only
'til midnight and then-- 655
- Midnight? Oh, thank you.
- Oh, now, now just a minute. 656
You must understand, my dear. 657
On the stroke of twelve,
the spell will be broken, 658
and everything will be as it was before. 659
Oh, I understand, but... 660
it's more than I ever hoped for. 661
Bless you, my child. 662
I-- Goodness me! It's getting late! 663
Hurry up, dear. The ball can't wait. 664
Have a good time, dance, be gay! 665
Now, off you go. You're on your way. 666
With a bibbidi-bobbidi, bibbidi-bobbidi... 667
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo 668
The Princess Fredrica
Eugenie de la Fontaine. 669
M'amselle Augustina Dubois, 670
the daughter of General Pierre Dubois. 671
Ah... the boy isn't cooperating. 672
M'amselle Leanora Mercedes de la Torre, 673
daughter of Colonel and Madam de la Torre. 674
I can't understand it! 675
There must be at least one
who'd make a suitable mother. 676
Shhh! Sire! 677
Uh... a suitable wife. 678
The Mademoiselles Drizella
and Anastasia Tremain, 679
daughters of Lady Tremain. 680
I give up! 681
Even I couldn't expect the boy to-- 682
Well, if I may say so, Your Majesty. 683
I did try to warn you, but you,
Sire, are incurably romantic. 684
No doubt you saw the whole
pretty picture in detail. 685
The young Prince... 686
bowing to the assembly. 687
Suddenly, he stops. 688
He looks up, for lo, 689
there she stands, the girl of his dreams. 690
Who she is, or whence she came... 691
he knows not, nor does he care. 692
But his heart tells him that here... 693
here is the maid predestined to be his bride. 694
A pretty plot for fairytales, Sire, 695
but in real Life... oh, no... no. 696
It was foredoomed to failure. 697
Failure, eh? 698
Take a look at that, you pompous windbag! 699
Who is she? You know her? 700
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