stunned.
- No. I mean, how do I look?
- You look...
...beautiful.
- [gasps] Giselle!
- Edward!
- Ah! [laughs]
- [yelps]
Could you...? I'm sorry.
But could you just be...?
- Could you just be careful?
- You!
- What?
You're the one who's been
holding my Giselle captive!
- Let's stay calm.
- [Giselle] No!
Have you last words
before I dispatch you?
- You have got to be kidding me.
- Strange words.
No! No! No.
- These are my friends.
- Oh.
This is Morgan.
And Robert.
This is Edward.
# I've been dreaming
of a true love's kiss #
He sings too.
# And a miss
I have begun to miss #
# Pure and sweet
waiting to complete #
# My love song #
# Yes, somewhere there's
a maid I've never met #
# Who was made #
# Who was made #
[high-pitched] # To finish #
- What's wrong?
- You're not singing.
Oh. I'm not.
Well, I'm sorry.
- I was thinking.
- Thinking?
Before we leave, there's one
thing I would love to do.
Name it, my love,
and it is done.
- I want to go on a date.
- A date!
What's a date?
Well...
...we go out to dinner.
And we talk about ourselves.
Our likes and our dislikes.
Our interests.
A date.
And remember that you guys can
come and visit Andalasia anytime.
Sure. And if you
ever come to town,
we should all get
together for dinner.
That would be lovely.
We'll see each other soon.
It's not like we're talking
about, you know,
- forever.
- And ever.
So, uh...
...good luck on your date.
Oh, and you with Nancy.
And you. It was so nice
spending time with you.
I'll never forget you.
You know that.
Yeah?
Thank you for taking care
of my bride, peasants.
I'm going to really miss her.
Me, too, sweetheart.
Me too.
[indistinct chatter]
[Nathaniel] I don't know how they
found each other, Your Majesty.
- I really don't.
- You idiot!
- But, Your Majesty...
- I sent you to kill her, not save her.
- Can't you get that straight?
- I realize you're upset, madam.
But if you could find a way
to give me one more chance.
Another chance? Do you think
poison apples grow on trees?
There's only one left!
You are out of chances!
- But, Your Majesty, please!
- No, forget it!
I'm coming there! And I will
kill the little wretch myself!
- [screaming]
- Oh, pooh.
[grunts, groans]
[squeals, farts]
I was just thinking about what that
girl said about Phoebe's eyes sparkling.
I mean, it's the first thing
I noticed when we met.
- It's true.
- Mm.
- Her eyes really do sparkle.
- Ethan.
OK, look. Look.
As your attorney, Phoebe,
you can't let a chance encounter
with someone who's...
What if it wasn't chance?
What if it was no accident,
us meeting her.
- You guys had problems.
- Everybody has problems.
Everybody has bad times.
Do we sacrifice all of the good
times because of them?
[both] No.
[both chuckle]
How did you
like your hot dog?
Oh! It's not really a dog. They
just call it a hot dog here.
[laughs]
- It's quite excellent.
- Good.
Well! This has
been a splendid date.
- Shall we go?
- Go where?
Back to Andalasia, of course.
To be married.
To live happily ever after
forever and ever.
Oh. Well, we don't
have to go right away.
How long do these dates
usually last?
Oh, well...
They can go
as long as you want, really.
They can just keep
going and going,
just so long as you keep thinking
about activities that you can do.
- Activities?
- We could go to the museum.
Or to the theater?
- Or there's this ball.
- A ball?
Yes.
There's dancing and music.
- You like that.
- Well, I suppose.
Oh, wonderful.
We should go then.
- Giselle?
- Yes?
- And then home to Andalasia?
- Of course.
The moment it's over.
Giselle! You're back!
You're back!
Oh, Morgan. Oh!
Morgan, I need your help.
I'm going to the ball, and I'm not
sure what to do, or what I should wear.
I don't even know where to find a
fairy godmother at this late hour.
I have something better
than a fairy