Lady Tremaine

Wouldn't you prefer to eat when all the work is done

You needn't call me that; Madam will do.

What on earth have you been doing?

Well, then wake up!

I forbid you to do this!

It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.

Mark my words: you shall not go to the ball!

You? Kind to me?

Why? Because YOU are young, and innocent, and good, and I...

Who's this for? Is there someone we've forgotten?

Spread your legs.

You like this don’t you?

God, you’re so wet.

Naughty, naughty girl.

Does this feel good?

Get between my legs. Now!

Oh, it seems too much to expect you to prepare breakfast, serve it and to sit with us. Wouldn't you prefer to eat when all the work is done?

How charming, how perfectly charming.

Are you looking for this? There must be quite a story to go with it. Won't you tell me? Hm? Very well, I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl who married for love. And she had two loving daughters. All was well. But, one day, her husband, the light of her life, died. The next time, she married for the sake of her daughters. But that man, too, was taken from her. And she was doomed to look every day upon his beloved child. She had hoped to marry off one of her beautiful, stupid daughters to the prince. But his head was turned by a girl with glass slippers. And so, I lived unhappily ever after. My story would appear to be ended.

Now, here is how you will pay me, if you are to have what you desire. No one will believe you, a dirty servant girl without a family, if you lay claim to the Prince's heart. But with a respectable gentlewoman to put you forward, you will not be ignored. When you are married, you will make me the head of the royal household. Anastasia and Drizella we will pair off with wealthy lords, and I shall manage that boy.

And who are you? How would you rule a kingdom? Best to leave it to me; that way we all get what we want.

No?

Oh... Sorry to have to tell you, but your mother's taste was questionable. This thing is so old-fashioned, it's practically falling to pieces.

There, see, I told you, there is no one of any importance.

Do shut up.

Can't you see? None of that matters. We're ruined. How will we live?

Dance with you? He didn't even speak to you.

Ugh, she was no princess. She was a preening interloper who made a spectacle of herself.

Having delivered your news, why are you still here? You must return to town right away and tell that seamstress to run us up three fine ballgowns.

What do you mean?

Think of you?

[laughing] You're too ambitious for your own good.

Good. Right. That's settled, then. Now go! Every girl in the kingdom will be chasing the prince. You must get there first before the seamstress is drowning in work!

From a ragged servant girl in my household.

You could imagine when I discovered her subterfuge how horrified I was.

And I should like to keep it that way.

Oh. Do with her what you will. She's nothing to me.

A vulgar, young hussy marched into the ball, unaccompanied, if you will, and to the horror of everyone, threw herself at the prince.

Well, it's no matter, girls. The ball was a mere diversion. The prince is not free to marry for love. He's promised to the Princess Chelina of Zaragoza. The Grand Duke told me himself.

Yes. The way of the world.

Just remember who you are, you wretch