King : Oh, hello again. Fairy Godmother.
Charming.
Godmother : You'd better have a good reason
for dragging us down here, Harold.
King : Well, I'm afraid Fiona isn't really ...
warming
up to Prince Charming.
Charming : FYI, not my fault.
Godmother : No, of course it's not, dear.
Charming : I mean how charming can I be when I
have to pretend I'm that
dreadful
ogre ?
King : No, that's with nobody's fault. Perhaps
it's best if we just call the whole thing off, OK ?
Godmother and Prince Charming : What ?
King : I mean, you can't force someone to fall
in love !
Godmother :I beg to differ. I do it all the
time ! Have Fiona drink this and she'll fall in love
with the first man she kisses, which will be Charming.
King : Umm ... no.
Godmother : What did you say ?
King : I can't. I won't do it.
Godmother : Oh, yes, you will. If you
remember, I helped you with your happily ever after, and
I can take it away just as easily. Is that what you want
?
