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-robert lanza & alex mcneese were here / 2016

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SomeBODY once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

[Chorus:]
Hey, now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play
Hey, now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire. How about yours?
That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored.

[Chorus 2x]

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow.

[Chorus]

And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

 

[man's voice] Once upon a time    in a kingdom far, far away,                                    the king and queen were blessed    with a beautiful baby girl.                                    And throughout the land,    everyone was happy...                                    until the sun went down                                    and they saw that their daughter was    cursed with a frightful enchantment                                    that took hold each and every night.                                    Desperate, they sought the help    of a fairy godmother                                    who had them lock the young princess    away in a tower,                                    there to await the kiss...    of the handsome Prince Charming.                                     [horse whinnies]                                     It was he who would chance    the perilous journey                                     through blistering cold    and scorching desert                                     traveling for many days and nights,                                     risking life and limb                                     to reach the Dragon's keep.                                     [crows caw]                                     For he was the bravest,                                     and most handsome...                                     in all the land.                                     And it was destiny that his kiss                                     would break the dreaded curse.                                     He alone would climb to the highest room    of the tallest tower                                     to enter the princess's chambers,    cross the room to her sleeping silhouette,                                     pull back the gossamer curtains    to find her... [gasps]                                     What?                                     - Princess... Fiona?    - No!                                     [sighs relief] Oh, thank heavens.    Where is she?                                     - She's on her honeymoon.    - Honeymoon? With whom?                                     - She's on her honeymoon.    - Honeymoon? With whom?                                     [  Counting Crows: Accidentally In Love]                                       So she said    what's the problem, baby?                                       What's the problem?    I don't know                                       Well, maybe I'm in love                                       Think about it    every time I think 'bout it                                       Can't stop thinking 'bout it                                       How much longer    will it take to cure this?                                       Just to cure it,    'cause I can't ignore it                                       If it's love, love                                       Makes me wanna turn around    and face me                                       But I don't know nothing    'bout love                                       Oh, come on, come on                                     - [screams]    -   Turn a little faster                                       Come on, come on                                       The world will follow after                                       Come on, come on                                       Everybody's after love                                       So I said    I'm a snowball running                                       Running down into this spring    that's coming all this love                                       Melting under blue skies    belting out sunlight                                       Shimmering love                                       Well, baby, I surrender                                       To the strawberry ice cream                                       Never ever end of all this love                                       Well, I didn't mean to do it                                       But there's no escaping your love                                       These lines of lightning    mean we're never alone                                       Never alone, no, no                                       Come on, come on                                       Jump a little higher                                       Come on, come on                                       If you feel a little lighter                                       Come on, come on                                       We were once upon a time in love                                     Hyah!                                       We're accidentally in love                                       Accidentally in love                                       Accidentally in love                                       Accidentally in love                                       Accidentally in love                                       Accidentally in love                                       Accidentally in love                                       Accidentally                                       I'm in love, I'm in love,    I'm in love, I'm in love                                       I'm in love, I'm in love                                       Accidentally in love                                       I'm in love                                       I'm in love                                       It's so good to be home!                                     - [distant singing]    - [giggling]                                     Just you and me and...                                     [Donkey sings]                                     -   Two can be as bad as one...      - Donkey?                                     Shrek! Fiona! Aren't you two    a sight for sore eyes!                                     Give us a hug, Shrek,    you old love machine.                                     [chuckles]                                     And look at you, Mrs. Shrek.    How 'bout a side of sugar for the steed?                                     Donkey, what are you doing here?                                     Taking care of your love nest for you.                                     Oh, you mean like... sorting the mail    and watering the plants?                                     - Yeah, and feeding the fish!    - I don't have any fish.                                     You do now. I call that one Shrek    and the other Fiona.                                     That Shrek is a rascally devil.    Get your...                                     Look at the time.    I guess you'd better be going.                                     Don't you want to tell me about your trip?    Or how about a game of Parcheesi?                                     Actually, Donkey? Shouldn't you be    getting home to Dragon?                                     Oh, yeah, that.                                     I don't know.    She's been all moody and stuff lately.                                     I thought I'd move in with you.                                     You know we're always happy    to see you, Donkey.                                      But Fiona and I are married now.                                      We need a little time, you know,    to be together.                                      Just with each other.                                      Alone.                                      Say no more.    You don't have to worry about a thing.                                      I will always be here to make sure    nobody bothers you.                                      - Donkey!    - Yes, roomie?                                      You're bothering me.                                      Oh, OK. All right, cool. I guess...                                      Me and Pinocchio was going to catch    a tournament, anyway, so...                                      Maybe I'll see y'all Sunday    for a barbecue or something.                                      He'll be fine.    Now, where were we?                                      [giggles] Oh.                                      I think I remember.                                      - Donkey!    - [Fiona yelps]                                      I know, I know! Alone!    I'm going! I'm going.                                      What do you want me    to tell these other guys?                                      [fanfare]                                      [  theme to Hawaii Five-O]                                      Enough, Reggie.                                      [clears throat] "Dearest Princess Fiona.                                      "You are hereby summoned    to the Kingdom of Far, Far Away                                      "for a royal ball    in celebration of your marriage                                      "at which time the King                                      "will bestow his royal blessing...    upon you and your..."                                      uh..."Prince Charming.                                      "Love, the King and Queen    of Far, Far Away.                                      "aka Mom and Dad."                                      Mom and Dad?                                      - Prince Charming?    - Royal ball? Can I come?                                      - We're not going.    - [both] What?                                      I mean, don't you think    they might be a bit...                                      shocked to see you like this?                                      [chuckles] Well, they might be    a bit surprised.                                      But they're my parents, Shrek.    They love me.                                      And don't worry.    They'll love you, too.                                      Yeah, right.                                      Somehow I don't think I'll be welcome    at the country club.                                      Stop it.    They're not like that.                                      How do you explain Sergeant Pompous    and the Fancy Pants Club Band?                                      Oh, come on! You could at least    give them a chance.                                      To do what?    Sharpen their pitchforks?                                      No! They just want    to give you their blessing.                                      Oh, great.    Now I need their blessing?                                      If you want to be a part    of this family, yes!                                      Who says I want    to be part of this family?                                      You did!    When you married me!                                      Well, there's some fine print for you!                                      [exasperated sigh]    So that's it. You won't come?                                      Trust me. It's a bad idea.    We are not going! And that's final!                                      Come on!    We don't want to hit traffic!                                      [Gingy] Don't worry!    We'll take care of everything.                                      [all cheer]                                      - Hey, wait for me. Oof!    - [glass breaks]                                      [sighs]                                      [  Chic: Le Freak]                                        Hit it! Move 'em on! Head 'em up!    Head 'em up, move 'em on! Head 'em up!                                        Rawhide! Move 'em on!    Head 'em up!                                        Move 'em on! Move 'em on!    Head 'em up! Rawhide!                                        Ride 'em up! Move 'em on!    Head 'em up! Move 'em on! Rawhide!                                        Knock 'em out! Pound 'em dead!    Make 'em tea! Buy 'em drinks!                                        Meet their mamas!    Milk 'em hard!                                        Rawhide!      Yee-haw!                                      - [Donkey] Are we there yet?    - [Shrek] No.                                      - [Donkey] Are we there yet?    - [Fiona] Not yet.                                      - [Donkey] OK, are we there yet?    - [Fiona] No.                                      - [Donkey] Are we there yet?    - [Shrek] No!                                      - [Donkey] Are we there yet?    - [Shrek] Yes.                                      - Really?    - No!                                      - Are we there yet?    - [Fiona] No!                                      - Are we there yet?    - [Shrek] We are not!                                      - Are we there yet?    - [Shrek & Fiona] No!                                      - Are we there yet?    - [Shrek mimics]                                      - That's not funny. That's really immature.    - [Shrek mimics]                                      - This is why nobody likes ogres.    - [Shrek mimics]                                      - Your loss!    - [Shrek mimics]                                      - I'm gonna just stop talking.    - Finally!                                      This is taking forever, Shrek.    There's no in-flight movie or nothing!                                      The Kingdom of Far, Far Away, Donkey.                                      That's where we're going.    Far, far...                                      [softly] away!                                      All right, all right, I get it.    I'm just so darn bored.                                      Well, find a way    to entertain yourself.                                      [sighs]                                      [deep sigh]                                      [clicks tongue]                                      [popping]                                      - [popping]    - [exasperated sigh]                                      For five minutes...                                      Could you not be yourself...                                      [shouts]... for five minutes!                                      - [popping]    - [shrieks]                                      Are we there yet?                                      - [chuckles] Yes!    - Oh, finally!                                      [fanfare]                                      [  Lipps, Inc: Funkytown]                                      Wow!                                      It's going to be champagne wishes    and caviar dreams from now on.                                      Hey, good-looking!    We'll be back to pick you up later!                                        Gotta make a move    to a town that's right for me                                      We are definitely not    in the swamp anymore.                                      [whistle] Halt!                                        Well, I talk about it, talk about it,    talk about it, talk about it                                      Hey, everyone, look.                                        Talk about, talk about movin'...                                        Hey, ladies! Nice day for a parade, huh?    You working that hat.                                      [Donkey] Swimming pools!    Movie stars!                                      [cheering]                                      [applause]                                      [fanfare]                                      Announcing the long-awaited return                                      of the beautiful Princess Fiona    and her new husband.                                      Well, this is it.                                      - This is it.    - This is it.                                      This is it.                                      [fanfare]                                      [fanfare and cheering stop]                                      [gasps]                                      [tweeting]                                      [baby wails]                                      Uh... why don't you guys go ahead?    I'll park the car.                                      [chuckles] So...                                      you still think    this was a good idea?                                      Of course! Look.    Mom and Dad look happy to see us.                                      - [softly] Who on earth are they?    - [softly] I think that's our little girl.                                      That's not little!    That's a really big problem.                                      Wasn't she supposed to kiss    Prince Charming and break the spell?                                      Well, he's no Prince Charming,    but they do look...                                      [softly] Happy now?    We came. We saw them.                                      Now let's go before    they light the torches.                                      - They're my parents.    - Hello? They locked you in a tower.                                      That was for my own...                                      Good! Here's our chance. Let's go    back inside and pretend we're not home.                                      Harold, we have to be...                                      Quick! While they're not looking    we can make a run for it.                                      Shrek, stop it!    Everything's gonna be...                                      A disaster! There is no way...                                      - You can do this.    - I really...                                      - Really...    - don't... want... to... be...                                      Here!                                      Mom... Dad...                                      I'd like you to meet my husband...                                      Shrek.                                      Well, um...                                      It's easy to see where Fiona    gets her good looks from.                                      [chuckles nervously]                                      [gulps]                                      [belches]                                      - Excuse me.    - [Shrek & Fiona laugh]                                      Better out than in,    I always say, eh, Fiona?                                      [both giggle]                                      [Shrek] That's good.                                      I guess not.                                      What do you mean, "not on the list"?    Don't tell me you don't know who I am.                                      What do you mean, "not on the list"?    Don't tell me you don't know who I am.                                      What's happening, everybody?    Thanks for waiting.                                      - I had the hardest time finding this place.    - No! No! Bad donkey! Bad! Down!                                      No, Dad! It's all right.    It's all right. He's with us.                                      - He helped rescue me from the dragon.    - That's me: the noble steed.                                      Waiter!    How 'bout a bowl for the steed?                                      Oh, boy.                                      [slurps]                                      - Um, Shrek?    - Yeah?                                      Oh, sorry!    Great soup, Mrs Q.                                      Mmm!                                      No, no. Darling.                                      [chuckles nervously] Oh!                                      So, Fiona, tell us    about where you live.                                      Well...                                      Shrek owns his own land.                                      - Don't you, honey?    - Oh, yes!                                      It's in an enchanted forest                                      abundant in squirrels    and cute little duckies and...                                      [laughing] What?                                      I know you ain't    talking about the swamp.                                      An ogre from a swamp.    Oh! How original.                                      I suppose that would be a fine place    to raise the children.                                      - [splutters]    - [chokes]                                      It's a bit early to be    thinking about that, isn't it?                                      - Indeed. I just started eating.    - Harold!                                      - What's that supposed to mean?    - Dad. It's great, OK?                                      - For his type, yes.    - My type?                                      I got to go to the bathroom.                                      - Dinner is served!    - Never mind. I can hold it.                                      Bon appetit!                                      Oh, Mexican food!    My favorite.                                      Let's not sit here with our tummies    rumbling. Everybody dig in.                                      Don't mind if I do, Lillian.                                      I suppose any grandchildren    I could expect from you would be...                                      Ogres, yes!                                      Not that there's anything wrong with that.    Right, Harold?                                      Oh, no! No! Of course, not!                                      That is, assuming you don't    eat your own young!                                      Dad!                                      No, we usually prefer the ones    who've been locked away in a tower!                                      - Shrek, please!    - I only did that because I love her.                                      Aye, day care    or dragon-guarded castle.                                      You wouldn't understand.    You're not her father!                                      It's so nice to have the family    together for dinner.                                      - Harold!    - Shrek!                                      - Fiona!    - Fiona!                                      - Mom!    - Harold...                                      Donkey!                                      [glissando]                                        Your fallen tears have called to me                                        So, here comes my sweet remedy                                        I know what every princess needs                                        For her to live life happily...                                        [both gasp]                                      Oh, my dear.    Oh, look at you.                                      You're all grown up.                                      - Who are you?    - Oh, sweet pea!                                      I'm your fairy godmother.                                      - I have a fairy godmother?    - Shush, shush.                                      Now, don't worry.    I'm here to make it all better.                                      With just a...                                        Wave of my magic wand    Your troubles will soon be gone                                        With a flick of the wrist and just a flash    You'll land a prince with a ton of cash                                        A high-priced dress    made by mice no less                                        Some crystal glass pumps    And no more stress                                        Your worries will vanish,    your soul will cleanse                                        Confide in your very own    furniture friends                                        We'll help you set a new fashion trend                                      -   I'll make you fancy, I'll make you great    -   The kind of girl a prince would date!                                        They'll write your name    on the bathroom wall...                                        "For a happy ever after,    give Fiona a call!"                                        A sporty carriage to ride in style,    Sexy man boy chauffeur, Kyle                                        Banish your blemishes, tooth decay,    Cellulite thighs will fade away                                        And oh, what the hey!    Have a bichon frisé! '                                        Nip and tuck, here and there    to land that prince with the perfect hair                                        Lipstick liners, shadows blush    To get that prince with the sexy tush                                        Lucky day, hunk buffet    You and your prince take a roll in the hay                                        You can spoon on the moon    With the prince to the tune                                        Don't be drab, you'll be fab    Your prince will have rock-hard abs                                        Cheese soufflé, Valentine's Day    Have some chicken fricassee!                                        Nip and tuck, here and there    To land that prince with the perfect hair                                        Stop!                                      [chuckles] Look...                                      Thank you very much,    Fairy Godmother,                                      but I really don't need all this.                                      [gasps and mutterings of disapproval]                                      - Fine. Be that way.    - We didn't like you, anyway.                                      - [knocking]    - [Shrek] Fiona? Fiona?                                      [dog barks]                                      Oh! You got a puppy?    All I got in my room was shampoo.                                      Oh, uh...                                      Fairy Godmother, furniture...                                      [giggles]                                      I'd like you to meet my husband, Shrek.                                      Your husband? What? What did you say?    When did this happen?                                      Shrek is the one who rescued me.                                      - But that can't be right.    - Oh, great, more relatives!                                      She's just trying to help.                                      Good! She can help us pack.    Get your coat, dear. We're leaving.                                      - What?    - I don't want to leave.                                      When did you decide this?                                      - Shortly after arriving.    - Look, I'm sorry...                                      No, that's all right.    I need to go, anyway.                                      But remember, dear.    If you should ever need me...                                      happiness...                                      is just a teardrop away.                                      Thanks, but we've got all    the happiness we need.                                      Happy, happy, happy...                                      [laughs] So I see.                                      Let's go, Kyle.                                      - Very nice, Shrek.    - What?                                      I told you coming here was a bad idea.                                      You could've at least tried    to get along with my father.                                      I don't think I was going to get    Daddy's blessing,                                      even if I did want it.                                      Do you think it might be nice    if somebody asked me what I wanted?                                      Sure. Do you want me    to pack for you?                                      You're unbelievable!    You're behaving like a...                                      - Go on! Say it!    - Like an ogre!                                      Here's a news flash for you!                                      Whether your parents like it or not...    I am an ogre!                                      - [yelps]    - [roars]                                      And guess what, Princess?    That's not about to change.                                      I've made changes for you, Shrek.    Think about that.                                      That's real smooth, Shrek.    "I'm an ogre!"                                      [mimics Shrek roaring]                                      [sniffling]                                      I knew this would happen.                                      [Lillian] You should.    You started it.                                      I can hardly believe that, Lillian.    He's the ogre. Not me.                                      I think, Harold, you're taking this    a little too personally.                                      This is Fiona's choice.                                      But she was supposed to choose    the prince we picked for her.                                      I mean, you expect me to give    my blessings to this... thing?                                      Fiona does.    And she'll never forgive you if you don't.                                      I don't want to lose    our daughter again, Harold.                                      Oh, you act as if love    is totally predictable.                                      Don't you remember when    we were young?                                      We used to walk    down by the lily pond and...                                      - they were in bloom...    - Our first kiss.                                      It's not the same!                                      I don't think you realize that    our daughter has married a monster!                                      Oh, stop being such a drama king.                                      Fine! Pretend there's nothing wrong!                                      La, di, da, di, da!    Isn't it all wonderful!                                      I'd like to know    how it could get any worse!                                      - Hello, Harold.    - [gasps]                                      - What happened?    - Nothing, dear!                                      Just the old crusade wound    playing up a bit!                                      [chuckles]                                      I'll just stretch it    out here for a while.                                      You better get in.    We need to talk.                                      Actually, Fairy Godmother,    off to bed.                                      [yawns] Already taken my pills,    and they tend to make me a bit drowsy.                                      So, how about... we make this    a quick visit. What?                                      Oh, hello.    Ha-ha-ha!                                      So, what's new?                                      You remember my son,    Prince Charming?                                      Is that you? My gosh!    It's been years.                                      When did you get back?                                      Oh, about five minutes ago, actually.                                      After I endured blistering winds,    scorching desert...                                      I climbed to the highest room    in the tallest tower...                                      Mommy can handle this.                                      He endures blistering winds    and scorching desert!                                      He climbs to the highest bloody room    of the tallest bloody tower...                                      And what does he find?                                      Some gender-confused wolf    telling him that his princess                                      is already married.                                      It wasn't my fault.    He didn't get there in time.                                      Stop the car!                                      [crash]                                      Harold.                                      You force me to do something    I really don't want to do.                                      [gasps] Where are we?                                      Hi. Welcome to Friar's Fat Boy!    May I take your order?                                      My diet is ruined!    I hope you're happy. Er... okay.                                      Two Renaissance Wraps,    no mayo... chili rings...                                      - I'll have the Medieval Meal.    - One Medieval Meal and, Harold...                                      - Curly fries?    - No, thank you.                                      - Sourdough soft taco, then?    - No, really, I'm fine.                                      Your order, Fairy Godmother.    This comes with the Medieval Meal.                                      There you are, dear.                                      We made a deal, Harold, and I assume    you don't want me to go back on my part.                                      [sighs deeply] Indeed not.                                      So, Fiona and Charming will be together.                                      - Yes.    - Believe me, Harold. It's what's best.                                      Not only for your daughter...                                      but for your Kingdom.                                      What am I supposed to do about it?                                      Use your imagination.                                      [whooshing]                                      [whinnies]                                      Oh...                                      Come on in, Your Majesty.                                      [piano plays, people talk]                                        I like my town                                        With a little drop of poison                                        Nobody knows...                                      [barman belches]                                      [clears throat] Excuse me.                                      Do I know you?                                      No, you must be mistaking me    for someone else.                                      Uh... excuse me.    I'm looking for the Ugly Stepsister.                                      Ah! There you are. Right.                                      You see, I need to have    someone taken care of.                                      - Who's the guy?    - Well, he's not a guy, per se.                                      Um... He's an ogre.                                      [crowd gasp]                                      Hey, buddy, let me clue you in.                                      There's only one fellow who can handle    a job like that, and, frankly...                                      he don't like to be disturbed.                                      he don't like to be disturbed.                                      Where could I find him?                                      [knock on door]                                      Hello?                                      Who dares enter my room?                                      Sorry! I hope I'm not interrupting, but    I'm told you're the one to talk to                                      about an ogre problem?                                      You are told correct.                                      But for this, I charge    a great deal of money.                                      Would... this be enough?                                      You have engaged my valuable    services, Your Majesty.                                      Just tell me where    I can find this ogre.                                      [  Eels: I Need Some Sleep]                                      [snoring]                                      [chimes]                                        Everyone says    I'm getting down too low                                        Everyone says    you've just gotta let it go                                        You just gotta let it go                                        I need some sleep                                        Time to put the old horse down                                        I'm in too deep                                        And the wheels keep spinning round                                        Everyone says    you've just gotta let it go                                          Everyone says    you've just gotta let it go                                        Dear Knight, I pray that you take    this favor as a token of my gratitude.                                      [plays tune]                                      Dear Diary...                                      Sleeping Beauty is having    a slumber party tomorrow,                                      but Dad says I can't go.    He never lets me out after sunset.                                      Dad says I'm going away for a while.                                      Must be like some finishing school.                                      Mom says that when I'm old enough,                                      my Prince Charming will rescue me    from my tower                                      and bring me back to my family,                                      and we'll all live    happily ever after.                                      Mrs. Fiona Charming.                                      Mrs. Fiona Charming.                                      Mrs. Fiona Charming.                                      [echoing] Mrs. Fiona Charming.                                      [knock on door]                                      Sorry. I hope I'm not    interrupting anything.                                      No, no. I was just reading a, uh...    a scary book.                                      I was hoping you'd let me apologize    for my despicable behavior earlier.                                      - Okay...    - I don't know what came over me.                                      Do you suppose we could pretend    it never happened and start over...                                      - Look, Your Majesty, I just...    - Please. Call me Dad.                                      Dad. We both acted like ogres.                                      Maybe we just need some time    to get to know each other.                                      Excellent idea! I was actually hoping    you might join me for a morning hunt.                                      A little father-son time?                                      I know it would mean    the world to Fiona.                                      [sighs]                                      Shall we say,     :   by the old oak?                                      [birds twitter]                                      [Shrek] Face it, Donkey!    We're lost.                                      We can't be lost. We followed    the King's instructions exactly.                                      "Head to the    darkest part of the woods..."                                      "Past the sinister trees    with scary-looking branches."                                      - The bush shaped like Shirley Bassey!    - We passed that three times already!                                      You were the one who said    not to stop for directions.                                      Oh, great. My one chance    to fix things up with Fiona's dad                                      and I end up lost    in the woods with you!                                      Don't get huffy!    I'm only trying to help.                                      I know! I know.                                      - I'm sorry, all right?    - Hey, don't worry about it.                                      I just really need to make    things work with this guy.                                      Yeah, sure. Now let's go    bond with Daddy.                                      [purring]                                      [purring]                                      Well, well, well, Donkey.                                      I know it was kind of a tender    moment back there, but the purring?                                      What? I ain't purring.                                      Sure. What's next? A hug?                                      Hey, Shrek. Donkeys don't purr.    What do you think I am, some kind of a...                                      Ha-ha!    Fear me, if you dare!                                      [hisses]                                      Look! A little cat.                                      - Look out, Shrek! He got a piece!    - It's a cat, Donkey.                                      Come here,    little kitty, kitty.                                      Come on, little kitty. Come here.    Oh! Come here, little kitty.                                      - [screaming]    - Whoa!                                      - Hold on, Shrek! I'm coming!    - Come on! Get it off! Get it off!                                      Oh, God. Oh...                                      No!                                      - Look out, Shrek! Hold still!    - Get it off!                                      Shrek! Hold still!                                      - Did I miss?    - No. You got them.                                      Now, ye ogre, pray for mercy from...                                      Puss... in Boots!                                      I'll kill that cat!                                      Ah-ha-ha!                                      [coughs]                                      [wheezes]                                      [retches]                                      [coughs]                                      - [chuckles] Hairball.    - Oh! That is nasty!                                      What should we do with him?                                      Take the sword and neuter him.    Give him the Bob Barker treatment.                                      Oh, no! Por favor!    Please!                                      I implore you!    It was nothing personal, Señor.                                      I was doing it only for my family.                                      My mother, she is sick.    And my father lives off the garbage!                                      The King offered me much in gold    and I have a litter of brothers...                                      Whoa, whoa, whoa!                                      Fiona's father paid you to do this?                                      The rich King? Sí.                                      [screams]                                      Well, so much for Dad's royal blessing.                                      Don't feel bad. Almost everybody    that meets you wants to kill you.                                      Gee, thanks.                                      Maybe Fiona would've been better off    if I were some sort of Prince Charming.                                      That's what the King said.                                      Oh, uh... sorry. I thought that question    was directed at me.                                      Shrek, Fiona knows    you'd do anything for her.                                      Well, it's not like    I wouldn't change if I could.                                      I just... I just wish    I could make her happy.                                      Hold the phone...                                      "Happiness."                                      "A tear drop away."                                      Donkey! Think of the saddest thing    that's ever happened to you!                                      Aw, man, where do I begin?                                      First there was the time that old farmer    tried to sell me for some magic beans.                                      Then this fool had a party and he have    the guests trying to pin the tail on me.                                      Then they got drunk and start beating me    with a stick, going "Piñata!!"                                      What is a piñata, anyway?                                      No, Donkey! I need you to cry!                                      Don't go projecting on me.                                      I know you're feeling bad,    but you got to...                                      Aaaahhh!                                      You little, hairy,    litter-licking sack of...                                      What? Is it on? Is it on?                                      [clears throat]                                      This is Fairy Godmother.                                      I'm either away    from my desk or with a client.                                      But if you come by the office, we'll be    glad to make you an appointment.                                      Have a "happy ever after."                                      Oh...                                      Are you up for a little quest, Donkey?                                      That's more like it! Shrek and Donkey,    on another whirlwind adventure!                                        Ain't no stoppin' us now! Whoo!    We're on the move!                                      - Stop, Ogre! I have misjudged you.    - Join the club. We've got jackets.                                      On my honor, I am obliged to accompany    you until I have saved your life                                      as you have spared me mine.                                      The position of annoying talking animal    has already been taken.                                      Let's go, Shrek. Shrek?                                      - Shrek!    - Aw, come on, Donkey. Look at him...                                      in his wee little boots.                                      You know, how many cats can wear boots?    Honestly.                                      - Let's keep him!    - Say what?                                      [purrs]                                      Ahh!                                      Listen. He's purring!                                      - Oh, so now it's cute.    - Come on, Donkey. Lighten up.                                      Lighten up? I should lighten up?    Look who's telling who to lighten up!                                      Lighten up? I should lighten up?    Look who's telling who to lighten up!                                      [giggles] Shrek!                                      [barks]                                      [barks]                                      Shrek?                                      They're both festive, aren't they?                                      What do you think, Harold?                                      Um... Yes, yes.    Fine. Fine.                                      [sighs]                                      Try to at least pretend you're interested    in your daughter's wedding ball.                                      Honestly, Lillian,    I don't think it matters.                                      How do we know there will    even be a ball?                                      Mom. Dad.                                      - Oh, hello, dear.    - What's that, Cedric? Right! Coming.                                      Mom, have you seen Shrek?                                      I haven't.    You should ask your father.                                      Be sure and use small words, dear.    He's a little slow this morning.                                      - Can I help you, Your Majesty?    - Ah, yes! Um...                                      Mmm! Exquisite.    What do you call this dish?                                      That would be the dog's breakfast,    Your Majesty.                                      Ah, yes. Very good, then.    Carry on, Cedric.                                      - Dad? Dad, have you seen Shrek?    - No, I haven't, dear.                                      I'm sure he just went off to look for    a nice... mud hole to cool down in.                                      You know, after your    little spat last night.                                      Oh. You heard that, huh?                                      The whole kingdom heard you.                                      I mean, after all,    it is in his nature to be...                                      well, a bit of a brute.                                      Him? You know, you didn't exactly    roll out the Welcome Wagon.                                      Well, what did you expect?    Look at what he's done to you.                                      Shrek loves me for who I am.                                      I would think you'd be happy for me.                                      Darling, I'm just thinking about    what's best for you.                                      Maybe you should do the same.                                      [both whisper]                                      No, really?                                      [both laugh]                                      [Shrek] Shh...                                      Oh...                                      [hooter blasts]                                      Oh, no. That's the old Keebler's place.    Let's back away slowly.                                      That's the Fairy Godmother's cottage.                                      She's the largest producer of hexes    and potions in the whole kingdom.                                      Then why don't we pop in there    for a spell? Ha-ha! Spell!                                      [Puss in Boots    shrieks with laughter]                                      [Puss in Boots] He makes me laugh.                                      Hi. I'm here to see the...                                      The Fairy Godmother.    I'm sorry. She is not in.                                      Jerome!    Coffee and a Monte Cristo. Now!                                      [sighs]                                      Yes, Fairy Godmother.    Right away.                                      Look, she's not seeing    any clients today, OK?                                      That's OK, buddy.    We're from the union.                                      The union?                                      We represent the workers in all magical    industries, both evil and benign.                                      Oh! Oh, right.                                      Are you feeling at all    degraded or oppressed?                                      Uh... a little.    We don't even have dental.                                      They don't even have dental.                                      Okay, we'll just have    a look around.                                      Oh. By the way.                                      I think it'd be better if the Fairy Godmother    didn't know we were here.                                      - Know what I'm saying? Huh?    - Huh? Huh? Huh?                                      - Stop it.    - Of course. Go right in.                                      [voices and grinding machines]                                      [explosion]                                      A drop of desire.                                      [giggles] Naughty!                                      A pinch of passion.                                      [laughs]                                      And just a hint of...                                      lust!                                      [laughs]                                      - [Shrek] Excuse me.    - [gasps]                                      Sorry to barge in like this...                                      What in Grimm's name    are you doing here?                                      Well, it seems    that Fiona's not exactly happy.                                      Oh-ho-ho!                                      And there's some question    as to why that is?                                      Well, let's explore that, shall we?                                      Ah. P, P, P...    Princess. Cinderella.                                      Here we are.    "Lived happily ever after." Oh...                                      [laughs] No ogres!                                      Let's see. Snow White.                                      A handsome prince.    Oh, no ogres.                                      Sleeping Beauty. Oh, no ogres!                                      Hansel and Gretel? No!    Thumbelina? No.                                      The Golden Bird,    the Little Mermaid, Pretty Woman...                                      No, no, no, no, no!                                      You see, ogres don't    live happily ever after.                                      All right, look, lady!                                      Don't you point...    those dirty green sausages at me!                                      Your Monte Cristo and coffee.                                      Oh! Sorry.                                      Ah... that's okay.                                      We were just leaving.                                      Very sorry to have wasted your time,    Miss Godmother.                                      Just... go.                                      Come on, guys.                                      [whistles tune]                                      TGIF, eh, buddy?                                      Working hard or hardly working,    eh, Mac?                                      Get your fine Corinthian footwear    and your cat cheeks out of my face!                                      Man, that stinks!                                      You don't exactly smell like    a basket of roses.                                      - Well, one of these has got to help.    - I was just concocting this very plan!                                      Already our minds are becoming one.                                      Whoa, whoa. If we need an expert on    licking ourselves, we'll give you a call.                                      Shrek, this is a bad idea.                                      Look. Make yourself useful    and go keep watch.                                      Puss, do you think you    could get to those on top?                                      No problema, boss.    In one of my nine lives,                                      I was the great cat burglar    of Santiago de Compostela.                                      Ha-ha-ha-ha!                                      Shrek, are you off your nut?                                      Donkey, keep watch.                                      Keep watch?    Yeah, I'll keep watch.                                      I'll watch that wicked witch come and    whammy a world of hurt up your backside.                                      I'll laugh, too.    I'll be giggling to myself.                                      - What do you see?    - Toad Stool Softener?                                      I'm sure a nice BM is the perfect solution    for marital problems.                                      - Elfa Seltzer?    - Uh-uh.                                      - Hex Lax?    - No! Try "handsome."                                      Sorry. No handsome.                                      Hey! How about "Happily Ever After"?                                      Well, what does it do?                                      It says "Beauty Divine."                                      In some cultures, donkeys are revered    as the wisest of creatures.                                      Especially us talking ones.                                      [gasps] Donkey!                                      That'll have to do.    We've got company.                                      Can we get on with this?                                      Hurry!                                      Nice catch, Donkey!                                      Finally! A good use for your mouth.                                      [  Pete Yorn: Ever Fallen In Love]                                      Come on!                                        You spurn my natural emotions                                        You make me feel like dirt    and I'm hurt                                        And if I start a commotion                                        I run the risk of losing you    and that's worse                                        Ever fallen in love with someone,    ever fallen in love                                        In love with someone,    ever fallen in love                                        In love with someone    you shouldn't have fallen in love with                                        Ever fallen in love with someone,    ever fallen in love                                        In love with someone,    ever fallen in love                                        With someone    you shouldn't have fallen in love with                                        Fallen in love with                                        Ever fallen in love with someone    you shouldn't have fallen in love with                                        I don't care whose fault it is.    Just get this place cleaned up!                                      And somebody bring me something    deep fried and smothered in chocolate!                                      - Mother!    - Charming. Sweetheart.                                      This isn't a good time, pumpkin.    Mama's working.                                      Whoa, what happened here?                                      - The ogre, that's what!    - What? Where is he, Mom?                                      I shall rend his head    from his shoulders!                                      I will smite him where he stands!                                      He will rue the very day he stole    my kingdom from me!                                      Oh, put it away, Junior!    You're still going to be king.                                      We'll just have to come up    with something smarter.                                      Pardon. Um...                                      Everything is accounted for,    Fairy Godmother, except for one potion.                                      What?                                      Oh...                                      I do believe we can make    this work to our advantage.                                      "Happily Ever After Potion.    Maximum strength.                                      "For you and your true love.                                      "If one of you drinks this,    you both will be fine.                                      "Happiness, comfort    and beauty divine."                                      - You both will be fine?    - I guess it means it'll affect Fiona, too.                                      Hey, man, this don't feel right.    My donkey senses are tingling all over.                                      Drop that jug o' voodoo    and let's get out of here.                                      It says, "Beauty Divine."    How bad can it be?                                      [sneezes]                                      See, you're allergic to that stuff.    You'll have a reaction.                                      And if you think that I'll be smearing    Vapor Rub over your chest, think again!                                      Boss, just in case there is something    wrong with the potion...                                      allow me to take the first sip.                                      It would be an honor to lay my life    on the line for you.                                      Oh, no, no. I don't think so.                                      If there'll be any animal testing,    I'll do it.                                      That's the best friend's job.    Now give me that bottle.                                      How do you feel?                                      I don't feel any different.    I look any different?                                      You still look like an ass to me.                                      Maybe it doesn't work on donkeys.                                      - Well, here's to us, Fiona.    - Shrek?                                      - You drink that, there's no going back.    - I know.                                      - No more wallowing in the mud?    - I know.                                      - No more itchy butt crack?    - I know!                                      - But you love being an ogre!    - I know!                                      But I love Fiona more.                                      Shrek, no! Wait!                                      [gurgling]                                      [farts]                                      Got to be... I think you grabbed    the "Farty Ever After" potion.                                      Maybe it's a dud.                                      Or maybe Fiona and I    were never meant to be.                                      Or maybe Fiona and I    were never meant to be.                                      [thunder rumbles]                                      Uh-oh. What did I tell you?    I feel something coming on.                                      I don't want to die.    I don't want to die. I don't want to die!                                      Oh, sweet sister, mother of mercy.    I'm melting!                                      I'm melting!                                      It's just the rain, Donkey.                                      [chuckles] Oh.                                      Don't worry. Things seem bad    because it's dark and rainy                                      and Fiona's father hired    a sleazy hitman to whack you.                                      [hisses]                                      lt'll be better in the morning.    You'll see...                                        The sun'll come out...                                        Tomorrow                                      [yawns]                                        Bet your bottom...                                        Bet my bottom?                                      I'm coming, Elizabeth!                                      Donkey?                                      Are you all right?                                      - Hey, boss. Let's shave him.    - D-Donkey?                                      [groans]                                      [Puss In Boots shrieks]                                      There you are!    We missed you at dinner.                                      What is it, darling?                                      Dad...                                      I've been thinking    about what you said.                                      And I'm going to set things right.                                      Ah! Excellent!    That's my girl.                                      It was a mistake to bring Shrek here.                                      I'm going to go out and find him.                                      And then we'll go back    to the swamp where we belong.                                      [Lillian] Fiona, please!                                      Let's not be rash, darling.    You can't go anywhere right now.                                      [rain patters]                                      [Both] Fiona!                                      Look, I told you he was here.    Look at him! Quiet. Look at him.                                      [Shrek groans]                                      Good morning, sleepyhead.                                      [Shrek shouts]                                      [All] Good morning!                                      We love your kitty!                                      - [Shrek] Oh... My head...    - Here, I fetched a pail of water.                                      Thanks.                                      Uhh!                                      Aahh!                                      Oh...                                      A cute button nose?                                      Thick, wavy locks?                                      Taut, round buttocks?                                      I'm... I'm...                                      - Gorgeous!    - I'll say.                                      I'm Jill. What's your name?                                      - Um... Shrek.    - Shrek? Wow. Are you from Europe?                                      - You're tense.    - I want to rub his shoulders.                                      - I got it covered.    - I don't have anything to rub.                                      Get in line.                                      Get in line.                                      - Have you seen my donkey?    - Who are you calling donkey?                                      - Donkey? You're a...    - A stallion, baby!                                      I can whinny.                                      [whinnies]    I can count.                                      Look at me, Shrek!    I'm trotting!                                      That's some quality potion.    What's in that stuff?                                      "Oh, don't take the potion,    Mr. Boss, it's very bad."                                      Pah!                                      "Warning: Side effects may include    burning, itching, oozing, weeping.                                      "Not intended for heart patients    or those with... nervous disorders."                                      I'm trotting, I'm trotting in place! Yeah!                                      What?                                      Señor? "To make the effects    of this potion permanent,                                      "the drinker must obtain his    true love's kiss by midnight."                                      Midnight?    Why is it always midnight?                                      - Pick me! I'll be your true love!    - I'll be your true love.                                      I'll be true... enough.                                      Look, ladies, I already have a true love.                                      [all] Oh...                                      And take it from me, Boss.                                      You are going to have    one satisfied Princess.                                      And let's face it.    You are a lot easier on the eyes.                                      Inside you're the same    old mean, salty...                                      - Easy.    ...cantankerous, foul,                                      angry ogre you always been.                                      And you're still the same    annoying donkey.                                      - Yeah.    - [sighs]                                      Well...                                      Look out, Princess.    Here comes the new me.                                      First things first.                                      - We need to get you out of those clothes.    - [all gasp]                                      - Ready?    - Ready!                                      - [Donkey screams]    - Driver, stop!                                      Oh, God! Help me, please!    My racing days are over!                                      I'm blind! Tell the truth.                                      Will I ever play the violin again?                                      You poor creature!                                      Is there anything    I can do for you?                                      Well, I guess there is one thing.                                      Take off the powdered wig    and step away from your drawers.                                      - Not bad.    - Not bad at all.                                      [both laugh]                                      Father?    Is everything all right, Father?                                      Thank you, gentlemen!    Someday, I will repay you.                                      Unless, of course,    I can't find you or if I forget.                                      - [whinnies]    - [Puss in Boots, in angry Spanish]                                      [  Butterfly Boocher: Changes]                                      [  Butterfly Boocher: Changes]                                        Oh, yeah                                        Turn and face the strange                                        Ch-Ch-Changes                                        Don't wanna be a richer one                                        Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes                                        Turn and face the strange                                        Ch-Ch-Changes                                        Just gonna have to be    a different man                                        Time may change me                                        But I can't trace time                                      Halt!                                      Tell Princess Fiona her husband,    Sir Shrek, is here to see her.                                        Still don't know what    I was looking for                                        And my time was running wild,    a million dead-end streets                                        Every time I thought    I'd got it made                                        It seemed the taste    was not so sweet                                      - [screams]    -   Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes                                        Turn and face the strange                                      - Shrek?    -   Ch-Ch-Changes                                        Don't wanna be a richer one                                        Time may change me                                        But I can't trace time                                      Fiona?                                      Hello, handsome.                                      Shrek!                                      - Princess!    - Donkey?                                      Wow! That potion    worked on you, too?                                      What potion?                                      Shrek and I took some magic potion.    And well...                                      Now, we're sexy!                                      Shrek?                                      [purrs]                                      For you, baby... I could be.                                      - Yeah, you wish.    - Donkey, where is Shrek?                                      He went inside looking for you.                                      Shrek?                                      Fiona! Fiona!                                      You want to dance, pretty boy?                                      Are you going so soon?    Don't you want to see your wife?                                      Fiona?                                      Shrek?                                      Aye, Fiona. It is me.                                      What happened to your voice?                                      The potion changed    a lot of things, Fiona.                                      But not the way I feel about you.                                      Fiona?                                      - Charming?    - Do you think so?                                      [laughs] Dad. I was so hoping    you'd approve.                                      - Um... Who are you?    - Mom, it's me, Shrek.                                      I know you never get a second chance    at a first impression,                                      but, well, what do you think?                                      [Shrek in distance] Fiona! Fiona!                                      Fiona!                                      - Fiona!    - Fiona, Fiona! Ho-ho-ho!                                      Oh, shoot! I don't think they    can hear us, pigeon.                                      [sighs deeply]                                      Don't you think you've already    messed her life up enough?                                      I just wanted her to be happy.                                      And now she can be.                                      Oh, sweetheart.                                      She's finally found    the prince of her dreams.                                      But look at me.    Look what I've done for her.                                      It's time you stop living    in a fairy tale, Shrek.                                      She's a princess,    and you're an ogre.                                      That's something no amount    of potion will ever change.                                      But...                                      I love her.                                      If you really love her...                                      you'll let her go.                                      [  Nick Cave: People Ain't No Good]                                      [  Nick Cave: People Ain't No Good]                                      Shrek?                                      Señor.                                      What's going on?    Where are you going?                                      You wouldn't have had anything to do    with this, would you, Harold?                                         People just ain't no good                                         I think that's well understood                                       There you go, boys.                                       Just leave the bottle, Doris.                                       Hey. Why the long face?                                       It was all just a stupid mistake.                                       I never should have rescued her    from that tower in the first place.                                       I hate Mondays.                                       I can't believe you'd walk away from    the best thing that happened to you.                                       What choice do I have?                                       She loves that pretty boy,    Prince Charming.                                       Come on. Is he really    that good-looking?                                       Are you kidding?    He's gorgeous!                                       He has a face that looks like    it was carved by angels.                                       - Oh. He sounds dreamy.    - You know...                                       shockingly, this isn't    making me feel any better.                                       Look, guys.    It's for the best.                                       Mom and Dad approve,                                       and Fiona gets the man    she's always dreamed of.                                       Everybody wins.                                       Except for you.                                       I don't get it, Shrek.    You love Fiona.                                       Aye.                                       And that's why    I have to let her go.                                       Excuse me, is she here?                                       She's, uh... in the back.                                       Oh, hello again.                                       Fairy Godmother. Charming.                                       You'd better have a good reason    for dragging us down here, Harold.                                       Well, I'm afraid Fiona isn't really...    warming up to Prince Charming.                                       - FYI, not my fault.    - No, of course it's not, dear.                                       I mean,    how charming can I be                                       when I have to pretend    I'm that dreadful ogre?                                       No, no, it's nobody's fault.                                       Perhaps it's best if we just    call the whole thing off, okay?                                       - [both] What?    - You can't force someone to fall in love!                                       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.                                       - Umm... no.    - What did you say?                                       I can't. I won't do it.                                       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? Is it?                                       - No.    - Good boy.                                       Now, we have to go.                                       I need to do Charming's hair    before the ball.                                       He's hopeless.    He's all high in the front.                                       He can never get to the back.    You need someone to do the back.                                       Oh. Thank you, Mother.                                       [Donkey] Mother?                                       Um... Mary! A talking horse!                                       The ogre!                                       Stop them! Thieves! Bandits!    Stop them!                                       (Announcer) The abs are fab    and it's gluteus to the maximus                                       here at tonight's Far, Far Away    Royal Ball blowout!                                       The coaches are lined up    as the cream of the crop pours out of them                                       like Miss Muffet's curds and whey.                                       Everyone who's anyone    has turned out                                       to honor Princess Fiona    and Prince Shrek.                                       And, oh my,    the outfits look gorgeous!                                       Look! Hansel and Gretel!                                       What the heck are the crumbs for?                                       And right behind them,    Tom Thumb and Thumbelina!                                       - Oh, aren't they adorable!    - [screaming]                                       [woman] Here comes Sleeping Beauty!                                       Tired old thing.                                       Who's this? Who's this?    Who is this?                                       Oh. It's the one, it's the only...                                       It's the Fairy Godmother!                                       Hello, Far, Far Away!                                       Can I get a whoop whoop?                                       May all your endings be happy and...                                       Well, you know the rest!                                       We'll be right back with the Royal    Far, Far Away Ball                                       after these messages.                                       I hate these ball shows.                                       They bore me to tears.    Flip over to Wheel Of Torture!                                       I'm not flipping anywhere, sir,    until I see Shrek and Fiona.                                       Whizzes on you guys.                                       Hey, mice, pass me a buffalo wing!                                       No, to your left. Your left!                                       - Tonight on "Knights"...    - Now here's a good show!                                       We got a white bronco heading east    into the forest. Requesting backup.                                       It's time to teach these madcap mammals                                       their "devil may mare" attitudes    just won't fly.                                       Why you grabbing me?    Police brutality!                                       I have to talk to Princess Fiona!                                       - We warned you!    - Ow! Ow!                                       Did someone let the cat out of the bag?                                       You capitalist pig dogs!                                       [shrieks]                                       - Catnip!    - That's not mine.                                       Find Princess Fiona!                                       I'm a donkey!                                       Tell her Shrek...    I'm her husband, Shrek!                                       Quick! Rewind it!                                       I'm her husband, Shrek! Ow!                                       [knock on door]                                       Darling?                                       Ah. I thought I might    find you here.                                       How about a nice hot cup    of tea before the ball?                                       I'm not going.                                       The whole Kingdom's turned out    to celebrate your marriage.                                       There's just one problem.    That's not my husband.                                       I mean, look at him.                                       Yes, he is a bit different,                                       but people change    for the ones they love.                                       You'd be surprised how much    I changed for your mother.                                       Change?                                       He's completely lost his mind!                                       Why not come down to the ball    and give him another chance?                                       You might find you like    this new Shrek.                                       But it's the old one    I fell in love with, Dad.                                       I'd give anything to have him back.                                       Darling. That's mine. Decaf.                                       Otherwise I'm up all night.                                       Thanks.                                       I got to get out of here!                                       I got to get out of here!                                       You can't lock us up like this!    Let me go!                                       What about my Miranda rights?                                       You're supposed to say    I have the right to remain silent.                                       Nobody said I have the right    to remain silent!                                       You have the right to remain silent.                                       What you lack is the capacity.                                       I must hold on before I, too,    go totally mad.                                       Shrek? Donkey?                                       Too late.                                       Gingy! Pinocchio!    Get us out of here!                                       Oh...                                       [  Theme from Mission Impossible]                                       Fire in ze hole!                                       [explosion, rumbling]                                       Look out below!                                       Quick! Tell a lie!                                       - What should I say?    - Anything, but quick!                                       Say something crazy like    "I'm wearing ladies' underwear!"                                       I am wearing ladies' underwear.                                       - Are you?    - I most certainly am not!                                       It looks like you    most certainly am are!                                       - I am not!    - What kind?                                       - It's a thong!    - Oww! They're briefs!                                       - Are not.    - Are too!                                       - Are not!    - Are too!                                       Here we go. Hang tight.                                       [Donkey] Wait, wait, wait!    Ow! Ow! Hey, hey, hey!                                       Ow!                                       - Excuse me?    - What? Puss!                                       Pardon me, would you    mind letting me go?                                       - Sorry, boss.    - Quit messing around!                                       We've got to stop that kiss!                                       I thought you was going    to let her go.                                       I was, but I can't let them    do this to Fiona.                                       Boom! That's what I like to hear.    Look who's coming around!                                       It's impossible!    We'll never get in.                                       The castle's guarded.    There's a moat and everything!                                       Folks, it looks like we're up chocolate    creek without a Popsicle stick.                                       - What?    - Do you still know the Muffin Man?                                       Well, sure!    He's down on Drury Lane. Why?                                       Because we're gonna need flour.                                       Lots and lots of flour.                                       Gingy!                                       Fire up the ovens, Muffin Man!    We've got a big order to fill!                                       [evil chuckle]                                       [Gingy] It's alive!                                       [rattling]                                       [gasping]                                       [whinnies] Run, run, run,    as fast you can!                                       [screaming]                                       Go, baby, go!                                       There it is, Mongo!    To the castle!                                       [Shrek] No, you great stupid pastry!    Come on!                                       [all shout]                                       [Donkey] Mongo! Down here!    Look at the pony!                                       That's right! Follow the pretty pony!                                       Pretty pony wants to play    at the castle!                                       [Mongo] Pretty pony.                                       Ladies and gentlemen.                                       Presenting Princess Fiona    and her new husband, Prince Shrek.                                       [applause, cheering]                                       Shrek, what are you doing?                                       I'm just playing the part, Fiona.                                       Is that glitter on your lips?                                       Mm. Cherry flavored.    Want to taste?                                       - Ugh! What is with you?    - But, Muffin Cake...                                       [piano plays]                                       C Minor, put it in C Minor.                                       Ladies and gentlemen.                                       [applause, cheering]                                       I'd like to dedicate this song to...                                       Princess Fiona and Prince Shrek.                                       Fiona, my Princess.                                       Will you honor me with a dance?                                         Where have all the good men gone                                         And where are all the gods?                                       [all chant] Dance!                                         Where's the streetwise Hercules                                         To fight the rising odds?                                       Since when do you dance?                                       Fiona, my dearest,    if there's one thing I know,                                       it's that love is full of surprises.                                         Late at night I toss and I turn                                         And I dream of what I need                                       Hit it!                                         I need a hero                                       All right, big fella!    Let's crash this party!                                       Man the catapults!                                       Aim! Fire!                                       - Brace yourselves!    - Ooh! Purty!                                       [groaning]                                       Not the gumdrop button!                                       [enraged howling]                                       Incoming!                                       Ha-ha! All right!                                         Somewhere after midnight    In my wildest fantasy                                       Go, Mongo! Go!                                       Man the cauldrons!                                       After you, Mongo.                                       - That's it! Heave-ho!    - Watch out!                                       Shrek!                                       More heat, less foam!                                         Up where the mountains    Meet the heavens above                                         Out where the lightning    Splits the sea                                         I could swear there is someone    Somewhere watching me                                       Heave! Ho!                                       [Gingy, slow-motion] No...!                                       [Mongo groans]                                       [whistles] Come on!                                       [cheering]                                       Look out!                                       - Be good.    - [weeping bitterly]                                       [sobbing] He needs me!    Let me go!                                       Donkey!                                       Puss!                                       Go! Go! Your lady needs you! Go!                                       Today, I repay my debt.                                       [all] Aww...                                       [growling] On guard!                                         He's gotta be strong    And he's gotta be fast                                         And he's gotta be fresh    From the fight                                       -   I need a hero      - Stop!                                       [Donkey whinnies]                                       - Hey, you! Back away from my wife.    - Shrek?                                       You couldn't just go back to your swamp    and leave well enough alone.                                       - Now!    - Pigs und blanket!                                       Pinocchio! Get the wand!                                       I see London! I see France!                                       Whah!                                       I'm a real boy!                                       Ah! Ah! Aaahhh!                                       Catch!                                       Donkey!                                       Oh!                                       I'm a real boy. Aah!                                       Oh!                                       - Ha!    - Ah.                                       That's mine!                                       Pray for mercy, from Puss...                                       And Donkey!                                       She's taken the potion!    Kiss her now!                                       No!                                       - Hi-ya!    - [crowd gasp]                                       - Fiona.    - Shrek.                                       Harold! You were supposed    to give her the potion!                                       Well, I guess I gave her    the wrong tea.                                       - [Charming] Mommy!    - Mommy?                                       [growls] I told you.                                       Ogres don't live happily ever after.                                       [screams]                                       Woo!                                       Ha!                                       [breathes deeply]                                       [gasping] Oh, Dad!                                       [sobbing]                                       - Is he...?    - Yup.                                       [croaking]                                       He croaked.                                       Harold?                                       Dad?                                       I'd hoped you'd never    see me like this.                                       - And he gave you a hard time!    - Donkey!                                       No, no, he's right.    I'm sorry.                                       To both of you.                                       I only wanted what    was best for Fiona.                                       But I can see now...                                       she already has it.                                       Shrek, Fiona...                                       Will you accept    an old frog's apologies...                                       and my blessing?                                       Harold?    I'm sorry, Lillian.                                       I just wish I could be    the man you deserve.                                       You're more that man today    than you ever were...                                       warts and all.                                       [ribbits]                                       [clock chimes]                                       [clock chimes]                                       Boss! The Happily Ever After Potion!                                       Midnight!                                       Fiona. Is this what you want?                                       To be this way forever?                                       - What?    - Because if you kiss me now...                                       we can stay like this.                                       You'd do that?                                       - For me?    - Yes.                                       I want what any princess wants.                                       To live happily ever after...                                       with the ogre I married.                                       Whatever happens,    I must not cry!                                       You cannot make me cry!                                       [sobbing]                                       [clock chimes]                                       Whoa!                                       No. No, no.    Aaah! Ow.                                       Oh, no.                                       [sighs]                                       [laughs] Hey. You still look like    a noble steed to me.                                       [giggles] Now, where were we?                                       Oh. I remember.                                       [giggling]                                       [applause]                                       Hey! Isn't we supposed    to be having a fiesta?                                       Uno, dos, quatro, hit it!                                       [  Eddie Murphy/Antonio Banderas:    Livin' La Vida Loca]                                       [  Eddie Murphy/Antonio Banderas:    Livin' La Vida Loca]                                       Puss and Donkey, y'all...                                         She's into superstitions                                         Black cats and voodoo dolls                                       - Sing it, Puss!    -   I feel a premonition                                         That girl's gonna make me fall                                       Here we go!                                         She's into new sensations                                         New kicks in the candlelight                                         She's got a new addiction                                         For every day and night                                         She'll make you take your clothes off                                         And go dancing in the rain                                         She'll make you live her crazy life                                         But she'll take away your pain                                         Like a bullet to your brain                                         Upside inside out                                         Living la vida loca                                       Hey gorgeous!                                         Living la vida loca                                         Her lips are devil red                                         And her skin's the color of mocha                                         She will wear you out                                       -   Living la vida loca    - [Donkey] She livin' it loca!                                         Living la vida loca                                       - [Donkey] Say it one more time now!    -   Living the vida loca                                       [Puss in Boots jamming]                                       [Puss in Boots]    Hey, Donkey, that's Spanish!                                         She'll push and pull you down                                         Living la vida loca                                         She will wear you out                                         Living la vida loca                                         Living la vida loca                                         She'll push and pull you down                                         Living the vida loca                                         Her lips are devil red                                         And her skin's the color of mocha                                         She will wear you out                                         Living la vida loca                                         Living la vida loca                                         Living la vida loca                                         Living la vida loca                                           All by myself                                         All by myself                                         Don't wanna be                                         All by myself anymore...                                         Amigo, we are off    to the Kit-Kat Club.                                       Come on, join us.                                       Thanks, compadre.    I'm... I'm not in the mood.                                       We will cheer you up!    Find you a nice burro!                                       [shrieking]                                       Hey, baby!                                       Hey, that's my girl!    Yeah! All right!                                       Baby, where you been?                                       - [cries]    - I'm sorry, too.                                       I should've stayed.    But Shrek had this thing he had to do.                                       What? Say it one more time.                                       What you talking about?    Are you serious?                                       - [cooing]    - [gasping]                                       - Papa!    - [screaming]                                       - [cooing, squealing]    - [chuckling]                                       Look at our little mutant babies!                                       [Donkey] I got to get a job.                                       [Donkey] I got to get a job.