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Bulda: What's the issue, dear? Why are you holding back such a man?

Is it the way he walks or the grumpy way he talks?
Or the pear-shaped, weirdness of his feet?
And though we know he washes well-he always ends up sort of
But you'll never meet a fellow as sensitive and sweet!

So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, so he's got a few
Like his peculiar brain-dear, his with the reindeer
a little outside of nature's laws!

So a bit of a fixer-upper, but this we're certain of
You can fix this fixer-upper up with a bit of love!

Kristoff: Can we please just talking about this? We've got a real, actual problem here

Bulda: I'll say! So tell me, —

Is it the way that he runs scared, or that socially impaired
Or that he only likes to tinkle in the — what?!
Are you holding your fondness due to his unmanly blondness
Or the way he covers up he's the honest goods

just a bit of a fixer-upper, he's got a couple of bugs
His isolation is confirmation of his desperation for human
So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, but we know to do
The way to fix up this is to fix him up with you!

ENOUGH! She is engaged to someone else, okay?!

(beat)

So a bit of a fixer-upper, that's a minor thing
This quote is a flex arrangement
And by the way I see no ring!
So she's a bit of a fixer-upper, her a bit betwixt
Get the out of the way and the whole thing will be fixed

We're not saying you can change him, 'cuz people don't change
We're saying that love's a force that's powerful and strange
People make bad if they're mad, or scared, or stressed
Throw a little love way (throw a little love their way) and you'll bring out their best
love brings out their best!

Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, what it's all about!
Father! Sister! Brother! We need each other to us up and round us out
Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, but when push to shove

The only fixer that can fix up a fixer-upper is —

True, true, true, true, true, true,
True love, love, love, love, love, true

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Troll: Do you, Anna, take Kristoff to be your troll-fully —

Wait, what!?

Troll: You're married!

Love!