The Glass Slipper (1955)

Estelle Winwood: Mrs. Toquet

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• Ella : Your shoes are getting wet!

  Mrs. Toquet : Yes, it's the water.

• Ella : Why, Mrs. Toquet!

  Mrs. Toquet : Why not Mrs. Toquet?

• Mrs. Toquet : What's your name?

  Ella : Ella, but they won't even call me by name! They call me, Edwin and Willy and the others, because of the ashes they call me Cinderella.

  Mrs. Toquet : Cinderella... Cin-der-el-la. Such a beautiful word, I like it very much. There are other words I like very much, like windowsill and elbow. *El-bow.* And I like apple dumpling too. Apple dumpling, it's a comical word. Apple dumpling. Pickle relish! That has a nice snap to it! What happened to your hair?

• Mrs. Toquet : Nevertheless.

  Ella : Nevertheless, what?

  Mrs. Toquet : Nevertheless. It's a nice word.

• Mrs. Toquet : Good-bye. Windowsill. Pickle relish. Apple dumpling. Cinderella. Good-bye, Cinderella.

• Ella : He'd be too busy to talk to me.

  Mrs. Toquet : Then you do the talking.

• Mrs. Toquet : When you see him, you give him my recipe for turnip fritters. Tell him to try it without the turnips. It's better that way.

• Ella : That's true. You're right.

  Mrs. Toquet : I usually am, 99 times out of 10.

• Coachman : Does she know about leaving at midnight?

  Mrs. Toquet : Ahh, yes.

  [to Ella] 

  Mrs. Toquet : You see, he must take you home at midnight so that he can go back to the Palace in time to pick up his people. They're leaving at one o'clock. So, if you leave promptly at midnight, nobody will be the wiser and nobody will be annoyed and everybody will be happy. That's diplomacy.

• Mrs. Toquet : It's Venetian glass. Made by a genius in Venice, who sold them for a good price to a bazaar keeper, who sold them at a great profit to a merchant from Rome, who sold them at a great profit to a shopkeeper in Paris, who sold them at a great profit. Everybody made money. Everybody was happy! That's economics.

• Mrs. Toquet : Can he cook?

  Ella : Well, I don't know. I don't think so.

  Mrs. Toquet : Too bad. Men make the best cooks. Better than women, they say. Don't worry. Perhaps he can do other things.

• Mrs. Toquet : Now for some slippers. Now, I just happen to have a pair that I think - put it on.

  Ella : Oh! Isn't it beautiful. It's glass!

• Mrs. Toquet : He conquers who endures all. All women must endure these discomforts.

  Ella : Why?

  Mrs. Toquet : For fashion! It fascinates men. Makes them marvel at women. Fills them with awe, because they know they couldn't stand it.

• Mrs. Toquet : Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow will be interesting.

• Mrs. Toquet : When you learn to love one person, it's that much easier to love others.

• Mrs. Toquet : A corset is a fine thing. Invented by the devil, but a fine thing.

• Mrs. Toquet : You're sad. You need to hear a little philosophy. Let me see, now. I must give you some homely wisdom. Try this: life is like your pipe, you never know where you put it. Does that make you feel better?

  Ella : No! Not yet, that is. Maybe later.

  Mrs. Toquet : Try another: the clouds pass, the blue remains constant.

  Ella : I - I guess it does.

  Mrs. Toquet : Hmm. Try this one: life is mysterious and search for causes occasionally bring about strange results, just as potatoes occasionally resemble eminent statesmen.