Mother Gothel takes the dagger from a drawer in which she keeps her sunglasses. Sunglasses? They weren't invented until 1929.
Flynn's sacrifice, though noble, is unnecessary. He could certainly have waited until Rapunzel healed his mortal wound before cutting off her hair. And he might've cut it a little longer, giving the girl a less choppy look while keeping that shard of glass a safer distance from her jugular vein. More...
CAST: 1 man, 6 women
Cinderella: I'm not a scrubwoman. I'm Cinderella. And this audience hall is filthy! I'll just tidy it up a bit, but you really need to speak to your chambermaids.
Queen: Never mind about that. Did you come here to marry a prince or to clean house?
Cinderella: Sure, I'd like to marry a prince, but old habits die hard. Tell me, is your son tidy? I'd hate to marry a slob.
Queen: What difference does it make? My son's wife won't need to worry about that. We have plenty of servants to do housework.
Cinderella: I've seen the kind of job your palace servants do. It's disgraceful! No, if you want a job done right, do it yourself, that's my motto. And I don't need to spend my life picking up dirty doublets and hose for a man who can't find the clothes hamper. Or washing an endless supply of goblets because he takes a clean one every five minutes. Does he leave his sword and shield lying around the castle? An untidy room shows an untidy mind, I always say.
Wilhelmina: Too bad Mr. Clean is already spoken for.
Cinderella: I do want to get married so badly, Your Majesty. You don't know what it's like at home. They treat me like dirt. As soon as I heard you had an eligible prince, I caught the first northbound pumpkin, and here I am.
Rapunzel: I think she's been using bleach in an unventilated room.
Queen: All right, Cindy, I think we'll move on to the next candidate. But if we ever need a housekeeper, we'll keep you in mind.
Cinderella: Okay, but just remember, I have to leave by midnight. More...
