Jaq: Lucify. That's him. Meany, sneaky. Jump at you. Bite at you.
Cinderella: Why, it's my.
Mice and Birds: Surprise! Surprise! Surprise.
Gus: Duh, duh, duh... Happy Birthday.
Jaq: No, no, no, no.
Cinderella: Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely... Completely wonderful.
Cinderella: Why, it's like a dream. A wonderful dream come true.
Fairy Godmother: Yes, my child, but like all dreams, well, I'm afraid this can't last forever. You'll have only 'til midnight, and then.
Cinderella: Midnight? Oh, thank you.
Fairy Godmother: Oh, now, now, now, now, now, just a minute. You must understand, my dear: On the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before.
Cinderella: Oh, I understand, but... it's more than I ever hoped for.
Cinderella: It's midnight.
Prince Charming: Yes, so it is. But, why.
Prince Charming: No, no, wait. You can't go now. It's only.
Cinderella: Oh, I must, please. Please, I must.
Prince Charming: But, why?
Cinderella: Well, I-I, oh, the Prince. I haven't met the Prince.
Prince Charming: The Prince? But, didn't you know that.