Act 1/Scene 5 Flashcards
Entering SCENE 5, after Fol-De-Rol
Madame: Cinderella! When you’ve finished tightening delicate Charlotte’s corset-
Charlotte: Uuhhh. I can taste my lunch.
Madame: -we must move on to Gabrielle’s hair. It is beginning to look, I fear, like a Bavarian pretzel.
(ella exits) Cinderella! Cinderell-
(laughs) Cinderella, it is a most amusing name. I crack myself up. She sits by the cinders of the fire, and her name is Ella, so I call her Cinder-ella.
Why don’t I have any friends?
Charlotte: Face it, Mama, you are well-versed in the art of ridicule.
Madame: I do have a flair for it, don’t I, actual daughters? Watch and learn!
Cinderella, hurry, get dressed, get ready for the ball, you’re going to find a husband!
Madame: …you’re going to find a husband!
Ella: Am I?
Madame: Ridicule–who caught it?
Madame: Ridicule–who caught it?
Charlotte: I did.
Gabrielle: That’s terrible.
Madame: (knock on door) Who can that be and at this hour? Everyone clear out of here while I get rid of this imbecile. Cinderella, get that dress of Charlotte!
(all leave) What brand of an idiot would–
Why Sebastian! What an unexpected delight.
Sebastian: Madame, I have but a moment. I invite you to hang upon my every word.
Madame: Invitation accepted.
Sebastian: What color mask will your daughter Gabrielle be wearing?
Madame: Why, pink.
Sebastian: …I think the pink mask and the white mask should meet and fall in love.
Madame: Are you implying what I am referring?
Sebastian: You daughter is all part of my master plan.
Madame: You are brilliant.
Sebastian: You are perceptive. I shall see you at the ball. Together, we shall make this so.
Madame: Come daughters, come!
(all enter) Oh Gabrielle, my Gabrielle, just look at you! You too, Charlotte, but really look at Gabrielle! Cinderella, fetch the orange box.
(Venetian Glass Monologue)
Madame: From Venice–a piece of glass, spun to perfection. More valuable than diamonds. Each of us shall wear the tiniest bit of hand-blown Venetian glass. Allow me to place this tiny bauble around the neck of my courageous Charlotte.
(Charlotte necklace)
Allow me to place this tiny bauble around the neck of my beautiful daughter Gabrielle.
(Gabrielle necklace)
Cinderella, fetch the perfume! Come two daughters that count, finish getting ready!
(knock at door after Venetian Glass Monologue)
Madame: Who can that be? It must be good news!
Jean-Michel: For the mother of the most perfect girl in all God’s creation. I have gathered these myself and–
Madame: You are not welcome here! Out of my house!
Jean-Michel: (after being thrown out) Would you perhaps consider–
Madame: Leave! And take your simple pleasures with you.
Gabrielle: Madame, don’t be mean. That was so nice.
Madame: No, no, no, no, no. There are plans. Plans that do not include Mr. Soapbox.
