[0:00]It's a beautiful day. It'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 interferes with the show. And that's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic thing must go. According to plan. Our son will be married. According to plan. A family carried. Elevated to the heights of society. To the costume balls. In the hollowed halls. Rubbing elbows with her highness. 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. Lord, it's marvelous. It's but graceful, Victor. Come on, dear. Let's see you go. It's marvelous. Where is Victor? We might be late.
[1:05]Fish merchants. It's a terrible day. It could be that way. It's a terrible day for a wedding. It'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. It couldn't be worse. Couldn't be worse, I'm afraid I disagree. There could be land rich bankrupt at his company. Without a penny to their name, just like you. And me. Oh no. That's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic thing must go.
[1:51]According to plan. Our daughter will wed. According to plan. Our family led. From the depths of deepest poverty. To the nouveau riche. Our ancestors. And who would have guessed a million years that our daughter would have faced an altar in disgrace. Will provide our tickets to our rightful place.
[2:23]Oh, heaven forfend. 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. Get those corsets laced properly. I can hear you speak without gasping.
[2:52]You've certainly held the 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 her Lord 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 haven't even spoken to her. Well, at least we have that in our favor.
[3:16]Make you, silence that blasted coughing.
[3:24]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. Everything must be perfect. Perfect. Everything must be perfect, perfect. That's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic thing must go.
[3:49]According to plan.
[3:55]Why standing, look what you've done.
