Act 2/Scene 5 Flashcards
(Beginning SCENE 5)
Madame: A banquet! Why does the Prince do this? It seems cruelty beyond measure! Two significant social events in one week. Now granted I have never looked lovelier. But my physical perfection comes at a price.
(looks at hands)
Gloves, that’s what it was! Cinderella! Where are the gloves?
Gabrielle: …and exact revenge on Madame and try to keep Jean-Michel out of the stockade. Tra-la-tra-la, the way my mind works.
Madame: Cinderella! I can’t find my gloves!
Ella: Your gloves are right here, Madame!
Madame: Why did you not tell me you had the gloves, foolish child? Charlotte!! make haste, child! And those shoes are delicate and dainty.
Charlotte: My feet burn with the heat of a hundred suns!
Madame: To the carriage, daughters.
Gabrielle: …I must have eaten something this morning that disagrees with me.
Madame: No, no–this can’t prevent me from going to the banquet tonight.
Gabrielle: …let Charlotte become queen!
Charlotte: I think I can make that work.
Madame: I shall do this battle with only half my troops. Cinderella, fetch the physician. If Gabrielle is better, send her to the castle immediately. Gabrielle, get better. I insist on it. Keep your invitation.
Gabrielle: Thank you, mother. I’ll come if I feel bette-
makes a vomit sound
Madame: Not on the dress! Charlotte, the carriage awaits.
Jean-Michel: Am I your boyfriend?
Gabrielle: Yes!
Jean-Michel: Yes!!
Madame: So that’s how it is?
Madame: So that’s how it is?
Gabrielle: Mama!
Madame: My own daughter–my flesh and blood deceiving me with someone so decidedly unsuitable. I had plans for you, Gabrielle, I had created a life for you and this is how you show your gratitude–
Madame: …and this is how you show your gratitude–
Ella: All dressed up and ready for court. How do I look?
Madame: And you! Do you think you could go to court? I never loved your father. I just wanted his money. You’ve been nothing but a nuisance to me since the day he died. You think you can wear a beautiful gown? You think that is acceptable? You should be in rags.
(rips her dress)
Worn-out rags, that’s all you deserve.
Madame: Worn-out rags, that’s all you deserve.
Ella: No!
Gabrielle: Mother, please stop!
Madame: I am no longer your mother. You! Gabrielle, get out of my house, you are no longer welcome here–to the devil with you!
(turns to Ella)
I’ll decide what to do with you later.
(storms off, then stops)
Why did you have to make me doubt myself, I was doing so well?