Bulda:
Let me see: bright eyes, working nose, strong teeth! Yes, yes! She'll do nicely for our Kristoff!
Anna:
Wait, um... no.
Kristoff:
You've got the wrong idea; no, that's not why I brought her here.
Anna:
Right, we're not - I mean, I'm not...
Bulda:
What's the issue, dear? Why are you holding back from such a man?
Bulda:
["Fixer Upper" begins]
Is it the clumpy way he walks?
Kristoff:
What?
Cliff:
Or the grumpy way he talks?
Girl Troll:
Or the pear-shaped, square shaped weirdness of his feet?
Kristoff:
Hey!
Troll:
And though we know he washes well, he always ends up sort of smelly,
Bulda:
But you'll never meet a fella, who's as...
Bulda, Cliff:
[sung together]
Sensitive and sweet...
Anna:
[interrupting]
That's nice, but...
Bulda, Cliff:
So he's a bit of a fixer upper, so he's got a few flaws,
Kristoff:
[rolling on a rock troll]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Troll:
Like his peculiar brain, deer
Singing Troll:
His thing with the reindeer,
Singing Troll, Troll:
That's a little outside of nature's laws...
Kristoff:
This is not about me!
Bulda, Singing Troll, Troll:
So he's a bit of a fixer upper, but this we're certain of: / You can fix this fixer upper up, with a little bit of love!
Kristoff:
Can we please stop talking about this? We've got a real, actual problem here!
Bulda:
I'll say! So tell me, dear:
Bulda:
[song resumes]
Is it the way that he runs scared,
Troll:
Or that he's socially impaired,
Girl Troll:
Or that he only likes to tinkle in the woods?
Anna:
[interrupting]
I did not need to know that.