Catherine Zeta-Jones, Alexander Hanson, Erin Davie, Hunter Ryan Herdlicka, Ramona Mallory & Betsy Morgan -
A Little Night Music
Soon [reprise] / You Must Meet My Wife [reprise] [Act Two]
Anne?
Oh, forgive me, Countess
I was looking for my wife
Ah, Mister Egerman
How can I face you after that exhibition at dinner?
Throwing myself at your head
On the contrary
I found it most morale building
It's not often these days
That a beautiful woman does me that honor
I didn't
It was just a charade
A failed charade
In my madness
I thought I could make my husband jealous
I'm afraid marriage isn't one of the easier relationships
Is it?
Look at you
A man of an age when a woman is lucky
If a drunken older man pinches her derriere at the village fete
And yet you have managed to acquire the youngest, prettiest-
I hate you being happy
I hate anyone being happy!
The gig should be ready at the stables
Oh, Henrik, darling
I do hope the horses will be smart
I do detest riding a gig when the horses are not-
Smart
Think of how I adore you
Think of how much you love me
If I were perfect for you
Wouldn't you tire of me?
Soon
Let all the birds nest in my hair!
Silly Henrik
Quick, or we'll miss the train!
It was, wasn't it?
It was, yes
Run after them
Quick, you can catch them at the stables
After the horse has gone?
How strange
That one's life should end sitting on a bench
In a garden
She lightens my sadness
She livens my day
She bursts with a kind of madness
My well-ordered ways
My happiest mistake
The ache of my life
Carl Magnus, go away
I'd have been here half an hour ago
But I've been looking for my wife
Carl Magnus, don't take off your jacket
Poor girl
She was somewhat worse for the wine, of course
Trying to make me believe
She was attracted to that asinine lawyer fellow
Carl Magnus, listen to me
It's over
It was never anything in the first place
Now it's over
Of all people that lawyer!
Short and short sighted
Without a hair on his body probably
Don't take out your trousers
Good God
What is it?
It's her and him
Sitting on that bench
She's- she's touching him
The scoundrel
The conniving swine!
Any man who thinks he can lay a finger on my wife!
Carl Magnus, what are you doing?
My dueling pistols!
Carl Magnus!
Oh, forgive me, Countess
I was looking for my wife
Ah, Mister Egerman
How can I face you after that exhibition at dinner?
Throwing myself at your head
On the contrary
I found it most morale building
It's not often these days
That a beautiful woman does me that honor
I didn't
It was just a charade
A failed charade
In my madness
I thought I could make my husband jealous
I'm afraid marriage isn't one of the easier relationships
Is it?
Look at you
A man of an age when a woman is lucky
If a drunken older man pinches her derriere at the village fete
And yet you have managed to acquire the youngest, prettiest-
I hate you being happy
I hate anyone being happy!
The gig should be ready at the stables
Oh, Henrik, darling
I do hope the horses will be smart
I do detest riding a gig when the horses are not-
Smart
Think of how I adore you
Think of how much you love me
If I were perfect for you
Wouldn't you tire of me?
Soon
Let all the birds nest in my hair!
Silly Henrik
Quick, or we'll miss the train!
It was, wasn't it?
It was, yes
Run after them
Quick, you can catch them at the stables
After the horse has gone?
How strange
That one's life should end sitting on a bench
In a garden
She lightens my sadness
She livens my day
She bursts with a kind of madness
My well-ordered ways
My happiest mistake
The ache of my life
Carl Magnus, go away
I'd have been here half an hour ago
But I've been looking for my wife
Carl Magnus, don't take off your jacket
Poor girl
She was somewhat worse for the wine, of course
Trying to make me believe
She was attracted to that asinine lawyer fellow
Carl Magnus, listen to me
It's over
It was never anything in the first place
Now it's over
Of all people that lawyer!
Short and short sighted
Without a hair on his body probably
Don't take out your trousers
Good God
What is it?
It's her and him
Sitting on that bench
She's- she's touching him
The scoundrel
The conniving swine!
Any man who thinks he can lay a finger on my wife!
Carl Magnus, what are you doing?
My dueling pistols!
Carl Magnus!
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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