[A storm blows up and a gust of wind blows open the castle doors. Maleficent magically appears from the green flames]
Fauna: Why, it's Maleficent!
Merryweather: What does she want here?
Maleficent: Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Stefan. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and-- [chuckles and looks at the Good Fairies] How quaint! Even the Rabble. [Merryweather charges at her but is held back by Flora] I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.
Merryweather: You weren't wanted.
Maleficent: Not wa--Oh, dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight. Well, in that event, I'd best be on my way.
Queen: And you're not offended, Your Excellency?
Maleficent: Why, no, Your Majesty. And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child. Listen well, all of you! The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But… before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel...and DIE!
Queen: [grabs Aurora] Oh, no!
[Maleficent maniacally chuckles]
Stefan: Seize that creature!
Maleficent: Stand back, you fools! [disappears in green flames while manically cackling when her crow flies away into the distance]
Narrator: But King Stefan, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and there decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day be burned, and so 'twas done.
Flora: Oh, silly fiddle-faddle!
Fauna: Now, come have a nice cup of tea, dear. I'm sure it'll turn out somehow.
Merryweather: Well, a bonfire won't stop Maleficent.
Flora: Of course not, but what will?
Fauna: Well, perhaps if we will reason with her.
Merryweather: With Maleficent?
Fauna: Well, she can't be all bad.
Flora: Oh, yes she can!
Merryweather: Ooh, I'd like to turn her into a fat old hoptoad!
Fauna: Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say.
Flora: Besides, we can't. You know our magic doesn't work that way.
Fauna: It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness.
Merryweather: Well, that would make me happy.
Maleficent: It's incredible! 16 years, and not a trace of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air! Are you sure you searched everywhere?
Minion: Yep, yep, uh, everywhere, we all did. [other minions agree]
Maleficent: And what about the town? The forests? The mountains?!
Minion: Yeah, we searched mountains, uh, uh, uh, uh forests, and, uh, houses, and uh- Let me see, uh... and all the cradles.
Minion: Yep, yep. Every cradle.
Maleficent: CRADLE?! [to her crow] Did you hear that, my pet? All these years, they've been looking for a baby. [she begins laughing maniacally, leading her minions to do the same, but suddenly goes into a fierce rage] Fools! IDIOTS! IMBECILES!! [shoots lightning bolts at them all, sending them fleeing from the room] Oh! They're hopeless. [sits down] It's a disgrace to the forces of evil. [to her crow] My pet, you are my last hope. Circle far and wide. Search for a maid of 16, with hair of sunshine gold and lips red as the rose. Go, and do not fail me.
Aurora: Oh, dear. Why do they still treat me like a child?
Aurora: Aunt Flora and Fauna and Merryweather. They never want me to meet anyone. But you know something? I fooled them. I have met someone.
Owl: Who? Who? Who?
Aurora: Oh, a prince. [birds twitter] Well, he's tall and handsome and-- and so romantic. [birds twitter] Oh, we walk together and talk together. And just before we say goodbye he takes me in his arms... and then... I wake up. [birds sigh] Yes, it's only in my dreams. But, they say, if you dream a thing more than once it's sure to come true... and I've seen him so many times.
[Philip and Rose meet for the first time.]
Philip: I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.
Aurora: Oh, it, uh, wasn't that. It's just that you're a--a--
Philip: A stranger?
Philip: But don't you remember? We've met before.
Aurora: We--We have?
Philip: Well, of course. You said so yourself. Once upon a dream.
[Aurora's singing after meeting Prince Phillip]
Fauna: She's in love of--
Merryweather: Oh no!
Flora: This is terrible!
Aurora: Why? After all, I am sixteen.
Flora: It isn't that, dear.
Fauna: You are already betrothed.
Merryweather: Since the day you were born.
Fauna: To Prince Phillip, dear.
Aurora: But that's impossible! How could've I marry a prince? I have to be--
Merryweather: A princess.
Fauna: And you are, dear.
Flora: Princess Aurora. Tonight we're taking you back to your father, King Stefan.
Aurora: But I can't! He's coming here tonight, I'd promised to meet him.
Flora: I'm sorry, child. But you must never see that young man again.
Aurora: Oh no! No! I can't believe it! No! No!
(She runs to her room crying)
Merryweather: And we thought she'd be so happy.
Maleficent: Oh, come now, Prince Philip. Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you. You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true. [She shows Philip an image of King Stefan's castle, using her staff] Behold, King Stefan's castle. And in yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate. Why, 'tis the selfsame peasant maid who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed most wondrous fair, gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by. But a hundred years, to a steadfast heart, are but a day. And now, the gates of a dungeon part and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides on his noble steed-- [shows him walking slowly away on his horse, old and slumped] a valiant figure, straight and tall-- to wake his love with "love's first kiss"...and prove that "true love" conquers all! [laughs wildly and evily]
Merryweather: Why, you, you, y-- [Flora pulls her back into hiding; Diablo the crow hears them, but Maleficent summons him]
Maleficent: Come, my pet. Let us leave our noble prince with these happy thoughts. [at the door] A most gratifying day. For the first time in sixteen years, I shall sleep well. [she leaves; Diablo eyes the door suspiciously]
[Flora, Fauna and Merryweather fly in]
Flora: Shh! No time to explain. [they magically break his chains and he gets up to leave] Wait, Prince Philip. The road to true love may be barred by still many more dangers, which you alone will have to face. So arm thyself with this enchanted shield of virtue, and this mighty sword of truth, for these weapons of righteousness will triumph over evil. Now come, we must hurry.
It holds up extraordinarily well. As a work of art it was kind of like the pinnacle for Walt. It was the last film of its kind, really. It ended an era, back in 1959. From then on films would be made differently. So Sleeping Beauty was, I like to say, Disney's last hand-made product, where everything in that motion picture was done by hand.
Well I think the thing that a handmade film gives us is an artistic sensibility that is somewhat lost when technology is introduced. On the other hand, technology is amazing as it enables us to do incredible things. We had very distinct limitations on Sleeping Beauty. We were limited to five levels of cels. We could not go beyond five levels because then the image would become degraded. In the new digital technology there is no limit to how many levels you can have. So, there's a give and take. The technology enables us to do amazing things, yet the old hand drawn process brought a certain sensibility that I'm afraid we've lost because of that change.