It's a beautiful day.
It's a rather nice day.
A day for a glorious wedding.
A rehearsal, my dear,
to be perfectly clear.
A rehearsal for a glorious wedding.
Assuming nothing happens
that we don't really know,
That nothing unexpected
interferes with the show.
And that's why everything,
every last little thing,
every single tiny microscopic
little thing must go...
According to plan,
Our son will be married.
According to plan,
Our family carried,
We'll go right into
to the heights of society...
To the costume balls,
In the hallowed halls.
Rubbing elbows with the finest.
Having crumpets with her highness.
We'll be there, we'll be seen,
having tea with the queen.
We'll forget everything...
that we've ever ever been.
It's a terrible day
Now don't be that way
It's a terrible day for a wedding.
It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in,
That has led to this ominous wedding.
How could our family have come to this?
To marry off our daughter to the noveaux-rich.
They're so common,
So coarse.
Oh, it couldn't be worse!
It couldn't be worse?
I'm afraid I disagree.
It could be land-rich bankrupt aristocracy,
without a penny to their name...
just like you...and me.
Oh, dear.
And that's why everything,
every last little thing,
every single tiny microscopic
little thing must go...
According to plan,
Our daughter will wed.
According to plan,
Our family lead,
From the depths of deepest poverty,
To the noble realm,
Of our ancestors.
And who'd have guessed in a million years
that our daughter, with the face
of an otter in disgrace,
Would provide our ticket
to our rightful place?
What if Victor and I don't...
like each other?
Do you suppose your father
and I like each other?
Surely you must...a little...
Of course not!
Get those corsets laced properly...
I can hear you speak without gasping.
Marriage is a partnership. A little tit-for-tat.
You'd think a lifetime watching us (singing)
might have taught her that.
Might have taught her that.
Everything must be perfect
Everything must be perfect
Everything must be perfect
Everything must be perfect, perfect,
That's why everything,
every last little thing,
every single tiny microscopic
little thing must go...
According to plan!