Corpse Bride - According To Plan

Mrs. VanDort:
It's a beautiful day.

Mr. VanDort:
It's a rather nice day.

Mrs. VanDort:
A day for a glorious wedding.

Mr. VanDort:
A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear.

Mrs. VanDort:
A rehearsal for a glorious wedding.

Mr. VanDort:
Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know,

Mrs. VanDort:
That nothing unexpected interferes with the show.

Mr. And Mrs. VanDort:
And that's why everything, every last little thing,
every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...

Mrs. VanDort:
According to plan,

Mr. VanDort:
Our son will be married.

Mrs. VanDort:
According to plan,

Mr. VanDort:
Our family carried,

Mr. And Mrs. VanDort:
We'll go right into to the heights of society...

Mrs. VanDort:
To the costume balls,

Mr. VanDort:
In the hallowed halls.

Mrs. VanDort:
Rubbing elbows with the finest.

Mr. VanDort:
Having crumpets with her highness.

Mr. And Mrs. VanDort:
We'll be there, we'll be seen, having tea with the queen.
We'll forget everything...that we've ever ever been.

Mrs. Everglot:
It's a terrible day

Mr. Everglot:
Now don't be that way

Mrs. Everglot:
It's a terrible day for a wedding.

Mr. Everglot:
It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in,

Mrs. Everglot:
That has led to this ominous wedding.

Mr. Everglot:
How could our family have come to this?

Mr. and Mrs. Everglot:
To marry off our daughter to the noveaux-rich.

Mrs. Everglot:
They're so common,

Mr. Everglot:
So coarse.

Mrs. Everglot:
Oh, it couldn't be worse!

Mr. Everglot:
It couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree.
It could be land-rich bankrupt aristocracy,
without a penny to their name...just like you...and me.

Mrs. Everglot:
Oh, dear.

Mr. and Mrs. Everglot:
And that's why everything, every last little thing,
every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...

Mrs. Everglot:
According to plan,

Mr. Everglot:
Our daughter will wed.

Mrs. Everglot:
According to plan,

Mr. Everglot:
Our family lead,

Mr. and Mrs. Everglot:
From the depths of deepest poverty,

Mrs. Everglot:
To the noble realm,

Mr. Everglot:
Of our ancestors.

Mr. and Mrs. Everglot:
And who'd have guessed in a million years that our daughter, with the face

Mr. Everglot:
of an otter in disgrace,

Mr. and Mrs. Everglot:
Would provide our ticket to our rightful place?

Mr. Everglot:
Everything must be perfect

Mrs. Everglot:
Everything must be perfect

Mr. Everglot:
Everything must be perfect

Mr. and Mrs. Everglot:
Everything must be perfect, perfect,

The VanDorts and the Everglots:
That's why everything, every last little thing,
every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...According to plan!