Enchanted Page #3

Ethan:
You never loved Hank like I did.

Phoebe:
You never loved me like you love Hank!

Ethan:
What did I ever do to make you so angry???

Sam:
Excuse me, Robert?

Robert:
Yes?

Sam:
It's time.

Phoebe:
Why don't you ask yourself what you didn't do? It's a much longer list!

Robert:
Excuse me...

Ethan:
What would you do if you couldn't....

(The couple keep arguing indistinctively)

Robert:
I have to pick up my daughter. Can we do this in the morning around 9:00?

Carl:
9:00 sounds good.

Robert:
Okay, Great. I'll see you then. Ok, Phoebe, I'll see you in the morning, OK?

Phoebe:
You're just afraid I don't need you!

Ethan (o.s.):
I need a vacation!

Robert:
(To Sam, his secretary) Thank you.

Sam:
After a whole day of that, you still want to get engaged?

Robert:
Oh, please. Those people got married on a crazy romantic whim. It's not like that with Nancy and I.

Sam:
Oh, that's right. None of that crazy romantic stuff for you, huh?

Robert:
Oh, come on. I mean, we're rational. We've taken the time understand each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Sam:
Sounds like you're building a bridge. Have you told your daughter yet?

Robert:
No, I haven't. Not yet. But I'm going to tonight.

That's the tricky part; I got a present to ease her into it.

Sam:
With news like this, I hope you got her a Shetland pony.

Robert:
No. Something much better than that.

(In a limo, Robert's daughter Morgan unwraps a book called "Important Women of Our Time.")

Morgan:
A book?

Robert:
Oh, come on. Don't give me that look. I know it's not that fairy tale book you wanted, but this is better. Look at this. (pointing at the book) See? Rosa Parks. Madame Curie. She was a remarkable woman who dedicated her life to research. Until she died from...radiation poisoning.

Morgan:
She... died?

(Robert's mobile rings)

Robert:
I wonder who that is.

Morgan:
(Rolls her eyes)

Robert:
Yeah, hi. Tomorrow morning would be great. 7:30?

Recipient:
With her now?

Robert:
Yes, let me call you later. All right. Bye-bye. It was Nancy.

Morgan:
(uninterested) Mm-hmm?

Robert:
Mm-hmm. She's a lot like the women in your book.

Sweetie...

...I'm going to ask her to marry me.

Morgan:
(In shock) What???

Robert:
Yeah, you like her, don't you? We all get along, have a good time together.

Morgan:
Where's she going to live?

Robert:
She's going to live with us.

Morgan:
Do I have to give up my bedroom?

Robert:
No, you don't have to give up your bedroom. No. Come on, it's going to be great. I promise. (He strokes her cheek.) It's not like she's gonna try and be your mother.

Morgan:
You mean stepmother.

Robert:
Right. She's gonna be a nice stepmother. She's gonna take you to school tomorrow, just you and her, for some grown-up girl-bonding time.

Morgan:
I'm only six.

Robert:
You won't always be.

---

Hello!

It's me, Giselle, from Andalasia.

Hello!

Hello!

Is there anybody home?

Hello, please open the door.

It's very cold out here.

Daddy, why is there a princess

on the castle billboard?

It's an advertisement.

It's a mannequin.

- She's really there!

- No, she's not. What are you doing?

Get back in here! Stop!

- Morgan! Stop!

- Hey!

- Princess!

- Morgan!

- Don't you ever do that again!

- Look! Look!

Is anybody there?

Do you know Edward?

- Stay here.

- Oh, please be home!

- Hey, lady!

- Oh, hello.

I was wondering if maybe you...

Whoa!

Hang on!

- Oh!

- Don't let go! Wait!

- Just hang on!

- Oh, no!

Catch her, Daddy!

- Oh!

- Ow!

- You OK?

- I'm fine.

- Are you OK?

- I'm fine.

- What were you doing up there?

- I was looking for some help.

You see, I've been wandering

very far and long tonight,

and I'm afraid nobody's

been nice to me.

Yeah, well, welcome to New York.

Thank you.

Right. OK,

you sure you're all right?

- Oh, yes.

- You need me to call somebody for you?

Well, I don't think

they'd hear you from here.

What?

Morgan, show her the way, please.

And then

the old hag told me to...

Oh! ...look into the well

and wish for my heart's desire.

But I must have looked very far

because I fell,

down, down, down.

And then I climbed out

of this big, round hole

and I got very lost,

until I fell off of the castle.

- And now here I am with you!

- Is this a big habit of yours?

Falling off stuff?

Well, usually someone catches me.

But, not to worry, I'm certain that

Edward is already searching for me.

No doubt by morning he'll come

and rescue me from this strange land.

Take me home, and the two of us

can share in true love's kiss.

True love's kiss?

It's the most powerful thing

in the world.

Right.

Now if I could only find a place

to rest my head for the night.

- What kind of place?

- Oh, I don't know.

Maybe a nearby meadow

or a hollow tree.

A hollow tree?

Or a house full of dwarves.

I hear they're very hospitable.

All I can do is let you in for a minute.

Dry off, use the phone if you want to.

We have our own bedtime

to stick to. Let's go.

That's very kind of you.

- What is it with this dress of yours?

- Oh. Do you like it?

- No, it's just...

- I gathered the silk

from my silkworms and I spun it

into thread on my spinning wheel.

- You made it all by yourself?

- Well, the mice and rabbits

did help with the sewing.

- They're good!

- Oh!

Whoa!

Why don't we see about

getting you a car.

- Couldn't she sleep here, Daddy?

- No. That's a big no.

- Are you really a princess?

- Not yet.

But...

...I will be soon.

Wow, Dad.

She's really sleepy.

Oh, no.

That's not acceptable. No.

You're not really gonna

make her go, are you, Daddy?

I want you to go to bed.

But I think she might be

a real princess.

Morgan, just because she has on a funny

dress, doesn't mean she's a princess.

She is a seriously confused woman

who's fallen into our laps.

- So we're not going to let her stay?

- No.

Put on your nightgown

and go to sleep.

Good night, OK?

Hi. I need a car

at 116th and Riverside, please.

- Hold, please.

- Thank you.

Hello, sir.

Destination, please.

Sir?

- Morgan.

- What?

I want you to sleep

in my room tonight.

- Why?

- Just come on.

All right.

Fear not, Giselle!

I will rescue you!

Yeah, but who's

gonna rescue me?

- All right, let's close it up.

- Whoa!

- Hey, buddy! You ain't...

- Silence!

Guys, I got it.

- Your name, peasant! Quickly!

- Arty.

Are you in league with

the wicked old hag who sent

my poor Giselle

to this foul place, Arty?

Is this man party

to this evil plot, chipmunk?

- Uh-oh.

- Aw, poor chipmunk.

Speechless in my presence.

What say you, sir?

Don't try my patience.

- What are you talking about?

- I seek a beautiful girl.

My other half,

my one coquette,

the answer

to my love's duet.

I'd like to

find one of them too.

Then keep a wary eye out, Arty.

- Come along, Pip.

- Are you OK?

Hey!

Hey! Get off the car, you nut!

Did you see that chipmunk?

Oh, my.

This just won't do.

Whoa!

Oh, my goodness.

Are you all right?

Oh.

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