Johnny Depp: Victor Van Dort

Corpse Bride

Victor Van Dort

Victor Van Dort: [alone in the forest, practicing his vows] With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. - Ah, Mrs. Everglot. You look ravishing this evening. What's that, Mr. Everglot, call you "Dad"? If you insist, Sir. - With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.
[He places the ring on what he thinks is a root. As he turns away, the root shoots out, grabs Victor's arm and almost pulls him into the ground. Victor pulls himself free and finds a detatched skeletal hand gripping his arm. He watches as the ground gives way and an unearthly female figure, wearing a dishevelled wedding dress, rises from beneath the tree. She pulls back her veil]
The Corpse Bride: I do.

[last lines]
Victor Van Dort: Wait. I made a promise.
The Corpse Bride: You kept your promise. You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.

Victor Van Dort: [trying to practice his vows] With this hand, I will cup your...
[unconsciously holds hands before his chest in a suggestive manner, and is then horrified]
Victor Van Dort: Oh goodness, no!

The Corpse Bride: We need to go up. Upstairs? To visit the land of the living.
Elder Gutknecht: Land of the living? Oh, my dear.
The Corpse Bride: Please, Elder Gutknecht.
Elder Gutknecht: Now, why go up there when people are dying to get down here?
Victor Van Dort: Sir, I beg you to help. It means so much to me... us.
Elder Gutknecht: I don't know. It's just not natural.
The Corpse Bride: Please, Elder Gutknecht. Surely there must be something you can do.
Elder Gutknecht: Let me see what I can do.

The Corpse Bride: [after her hand escapes her arm and dances up Victor's arm] Pardon my enthusiasm.
Victor Van Dort: [snapping her hand into place] I like your enthusiasm.

Victor Van Dort: What's going on here? Where am I? Who are you?
The Corpse Bride: Well, that's kind of a long story.
Bonejangles: What a story it is. A tragic tale of romance, passion and murder most foul.

Victor Van Dort: Do forgive me.
Victoria Everglot: You play beautifully.
Victor Van Dort: I-I-I do apologise, Miss Everglot. How rude of me to... Well... Excuse me.
Victoria Everglot: Mother won't let me near the piano. Music is improper for a young lady. "Too passionate", she says.
Victor Van Dort: If I may ask, Miss Everglot... where is your chaperone?
Victoria Everglot: Perhaps, in... in view of the circumstances... you could call me Victoria.
Victor Van Dort: Yes, of course. Well... Victoria...
Victoria Everglot: Yes, Victor...

The Corpse Bride: [meeting Victoria] Darling, I just wanted to meet... Darling, who's this?
Victoria Everglot: Who is she?
The Corpse Bride: I'm his wife.
[She proudly holds out her hand with the ring on it]
Victoria Everglot: Victor?
Victor Van Dort: Victoria, wait. You don't understand. She's dead. Look!

Victor Van Dort: But I don't even know your name.
Maggot: [from inside the Corpse Bride's head] Well, that's a great way to start a marriage.
The Corpse Bride: [grasps head and hisses] Sshh! Shut up!
[smiles at Victor]
The Corpse Bride: It's Emily.

Victoria Everglot: Since I was a child, I've dreamt of my wedding day. I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with. Someone to spend the rest of my life with. Silly, isn't it?
Victor Van Dort: Yes, silly. No. No, not at all, no.
Victoria Everglot: [knocks over a vase]
Victor Van Dort: Oh, oh, dear. I'm sorry.

Victor: Look, I am terribly sorry about what's happened to you and I would like to help. But I really need to get home.
The Corpse Bride: This is your home now.

William Van Dort: You've certainly hooked a winner this time, Victor.
Nell Van Dort: Now, all you have to do is reel her in.
Victor Van Dort: I'm already reeling, Mother. Shouldn't Victoria Everglot be marrying a lord or something?
Nell Van Dort: Oh, nonsense. We're every bit of good as the Everglots. I always knew I deserved better than a fish merchant's life.
Victor Van Dort: But I've never even spoken to her.
Nell Van Dort: Well, at least we have that in our favor.
[Mayhew coughs]
Nell Van Dort: Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing!