Dan StevensQuotes

Hal: [kicks Thornton] THEY'RE ALL GONE! MY DOGS RAN OFF! MY FORTUNE LOST! YOU CALL IT A FAIRY TALE?! One won't be finding the gold!

John Thornton: Easy, Buck! Easy! Buck! Easy.

Hal: Now, you all saw! This man and I had business and the dog went for my throat. Probably rabid.

John Thornton: Leave that dog alone!

Hal: I say he gets put down here and now.

John Thornton: You don't touch him!

Edenshaw: No one puts any creature down... til we hear all the facts.

John Thornton: The man sucker punched me!

John Thornton: Buck, easy.

Edenshaw: What might you have on that belt, friend?

Bartender: No guns allowed, BRUNT!

Hal: Oh no. We're going across. Move! I say you go!

Mercedes: Hal, he can't!

Hal: Move.

Mercedes: Don't you dare!

John Thornton: HEY!

John Thornton: The river ice is gonna break up any minute, you fool! That dog is trying to help you keep your life!

Hal: [searches in the snow for his gun as Thornton cuts Buck from the harnesses and Hal fires a shot] Why are you so keen to stop us? Oh, you know where the gold is, don't you? YOU KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF MY DOGS!

Mercedes: Hal.

Mercedes: Hal, he said we shouldn't cross.

Charles: Hal, are you sure that maybe we couldn't just leave the dogs.

Hal: NO! I CAN'T DO IT! MUSH!

Hal: MUSH!

John Thornton: Don't do this! Not to them.

Hal: MUSH!

Charles: Lazy mutts!

Mercedes: I'm not so sure about those dogs. Maybe we should have bought a different team.

Charles: Maybe we should feed them.

Mercedes: Maybe we should have stayed on the trail.

Hal: MUSH!

Mercedes: Ah! No! Make it stop!

Hal: [yells in frustration] GAAAHHH!

Hal: [whips the team and the dogs yelp; whips again] Maybe a little encouragement. MUSH! MUSH!

John Thornton: Where are you heading, mister?

Hal: None of your concern.

John Thornton: You didn't buy that map in Skagway, did you?

Hal: No.

John Thornton: [lifts up the sled] An old fairy tale, lost cabin. River of gold. It's not too far into the spring. Half that trail is on the river

Hal: Well, that leaves half the trail fit for travel.

John Thornton: No, that means the ice is gonna break up with your companions and the dogs on it. Why don't you lay over until the spring will thaw? Save your dogs and your companions are suffering.

Hal: And let some old prospector lead us to the gold.

John Thornton: I'm not a prospector.

Hal: No, thank you. I paid a fortune for this team. They'll pull my sled.

John Thornton: Your dogs will pull your sled, pull your sled until they die.

Hal: Thank you. Let's go. Alright, let's go!

Charles: And... mush!

Hal: Charles, persuade him, please.

Mercedes: Not the pup. Charles, put that down or I'll... I won't go a step! Charles!

John Thornton: [walks over to Hal] Remember me? Yeah, I know. Your rudders are frozen. If you help your dogs, it might allow you to take the gee pole and break them out.

Hal: Gee pole?

Hal: I promised you, didn't I? And here we are.

Mercedes: [laughs] You promised me gold. Where is it? In the dogs?

Hal: Let's get this sled loaded. Time to state our claim. Let's go. And... mush!

Hal: MUSH!

Mercedes: Are they broken?

Hal: No, they're just lazy.

Hal: [last words before his death] Oh, you know this, do you? Good. You see it, boy? You see it? Good.

Hal: I came all the way out here! You knew something, didn't you? You wanted it all for yourself! Where is it? Where's the gold?

Gloria: I just watched the news and I think I’m in shock. A giant monster just materialized over Seoul.

Tim: That happened like nine hours ago, and you’re just hearing about this. What have you been doing all day?

Tim: You are out of control!

Gloria: What?

Tim: I’ve packed your things, they’re in the bedroom.

Gloria: What?

Kenny Kristo: [on Scudder's police career] Nah, the corruption got to you, huh?

Matthew Scudder: Not really. It would have been hard to support my family without it.

Kenny Kristo: So you're a private detective, is that right?

Matthew Scudder: Unlicensed.

Kenny Kristo: What's that mean?

Matthew Scudder: It means that sometimes I do favors for people and sometimes in return, they give me gifts.

Sir Lancelot: You always put the monkey in charge?

Larry: Oh, he's not in charge, we're just following him.

Sir Lancelot: That's what being in charge means.

Sir Lancelot: Sir Lancelot, at your service.

Teddy: Theodore Roosevelt, 26th President of the United States of America.

Lancelot: I have no idea what that means.

Joey: [''To Abigail trapped in elevator''] We want to talk.

Abigail: Please, please let me out. I'm scared.

Joey: Cut the shit. You're really good at pretending to be a little girl. Quick question, who's inside the cage right now?

Abigail: [''Does [[w:curtsy|a curtsy] Thank you. I've had a few centuries of experience.

Joey: Tell us how to get out of here, and we'll let you go.

Abigail: No.

Sammy: [''Lunges forward with Joey thwarting her''] Hey, what's gonna happen to me?! Am I gonna turn into a vampire?!

Abigail: Maybe.

Sammy: Oh, my God! She said "maybe"!

Peter: [''Consoling Sammy''] It's okay.

Frank: Listen little lady, or ma'am, whatever. We're very sorry, okay? We didn't know who you were. We thought you were a regular 12-year old-girl.

Abigail: You were gonna beat me and torture me when you thought I was just a regular 12-year old-girl.

Frank: Yeah, well... like I say, we're very sorry. We would never have taken you if we knew who your father was.

Abigail: [''All crew look at Frank in dismay''] You did work for him, didn't you? Haven't you wondered why I brought you here?

Peter: You brought us here?

Abigail: [''Brings hand to forehead''] Jesus Christ. There was never any money. I planned all of this. Lambert works for me.

Sammy: What are you talking about?

Abigail: Don't you know, Jessie?

Sammy: What did you just call me?

Abigail: [[w:Hedge fund|Hedge funds; [w:Offshore bank|private offshore accounts] Jessica Hurney. You started your career siphoning money from your affluent parents bank accounts. ] came next, then ], and eventually much bigger fish. One in particular.

Sammy: I can give it back.

Abigail: [''Peter looks guilty''; [w:Morphine#Addiction|Uncle Sam's morphine] Terrence Lacroix. Muscle for the Montreal Broussard family. Did it bore you snapping necks for pay? Enduring endless taunts from your colleagues about your stunted intellect? Is that why you stole from your whole crew who just happened to be a tiny subsidiary of our whole empire? How long did the money last, you weak, disloyal inebriate? Former Detective Adam Barrett. You thought you could infiltrate our New York arm under deep cover. But you liked the life a little too much, didn't you? The power you had when you were free of rules and regulations. It became an addiction. How empty did you feel when you finally arrested our three lieutenants you'd worked so hard to get close to? And how empty did you feel after I ripped up their bodies in the hotel penthouse because of you? You changed your name, you left town, and you never saw your family again. But it wasn't for their safety, was it, Detective Barrett? Finally, we have the tragic Ana Lucia Cruz. Former army medic drummed out of service for shooting up ].

Ana: I was injured in the field.

Abigail: You tried to take care of your son, before abandoning him to his fuckup of a father

Ana: Shut up.

Abigail: You became an underground doctor for some very shady people. But one day, you were just too high to do your job, and instead of removing a bullet, you nicked an artery, and someone very important to my father's business bled out. But you and Detective Barrett have something in common. You never went back for your son.

Ana: Shut the fuck up! And what do you tell yourself, huh? That you want to be your daddy's little errand girl? No, he did lose interest in you. That wasn't a lie. How many of your father's enemies you're gonna have to kill until he loves you again?

Adam: If this is about revenge, why didn't you just kill us? Why'd you bring us here?

Ana: Because it isn't. This is just a game to her.

Adam: Bullshit. She was screaming at the house and Dad triggered the alarm.

Ana: That wasn't even her father. That wasn't Lazaar. And for what, because you're fucking bored?! For your fucking entertainment?!

Abigail: What can I say? I like playing with my food. You're the same as all the other meat sacks I've brought here over the years. Nothing different about any of you. Nothing special. Just something to help me pass the time.

Ana: Quick question. Who's inside a cage right now?

Abigail: If you let me out, I'll let two of you live.

Terrence: [''Jessica slaps him''] Oh. Which two? What?!

Abigail: It's a surprise.

Adam: Fuck this. Let's just kill her now.

Abigail: [''Ana and Terrence both draw pistols at each other''] You tried that, Frank. If you would like to open this door and try again, please do. My offer just expired. Now I'll only let one of you live, whoever lets me out.

Adam: She's fucking lying, you moron. You touch that door, you're as dead as the rest of us.

Terrence: Maybe it's worth a try.

Ana: We have her Peter. That's why we did this, so we can trade her for our lives.

Abigail: That will never happen. Joey was right. No matter how many of you I kill, my father doesn't love me, and he's not gonna trade me for anything. So go on, Peter, let me out. Go on.

Ana: Peter, if you touch that door, I will shoot you.

Terrence: [''Reaches for latch with Ana shooting him in the torso''; ''Repeatedly''] I'm sorry, guys. Ah! You shot me!

Ana: I barely grazed you. Now give me your gun so I can patch you up.

Terrence: You're sure crazy.

Ana: I prefer "impatient". Frank, help me out. Sammy, watch her.

Jessica: Fuck that shit. Hm-mm.

Ana: Sammy.

Jessica: I'm not staying down here... with that. Fuck that shit, Joey.

Adam: [''Ana, Terrence and Jessica walk away''] I got this.

Frank: [''Being helped downstairs by Peter after Abigail impaled a stake through his leg''; ''Collapses in chair and pointing to Joey''; ''Joey grabs stake and Frank spits out repeatedly''; ''Joey pulls out stake''] Ah, Jesus, Mary and motherfucking son of a bitch! Oh, fuck! If you fucking say; "I told you so"! Oh, shit. Wait...! Oh, motherfucker!

Joey: Why didn't she kill you?

Frank: [''Joey presses on Frank's wound''] She is fucking with us! Oh, fuck!

Joey: I'm guessing none of the weapons worked.

Frank: [''Sammy presses finger to lips for silence''] Well, the stake worked on my fucking leg, and she used the crucifix on Peter like a fucking pincushion and the garlic did fuck all!

Joey: [''Holds up syringe''] Well, I have one thing we know does work. When we jabbed her with this, she was out, out. If we can corner her, it's nighty-night.

Frank: The sleeping beauty act was bullshit!

Joey: No, it wasn't. I checked her pulse and her breathing was slow and steady. We split up. Whoever finds her first, alerts me through the comms. and I come running with the syringe.

Frank: That's great that you're the only one with a weapon that works.

Joey: Listen, you sit here and bleed, or you trust me.

Peter: Sammy?

Sammy: Yeah.

Frank: Fuck.

Sammy: [''After Abigail revealed her vampire side''] What the fuck is that thing?!

Joey: We kidnapped a fucking vampire.

Sammy: A ballerina vampire!

Peter: Someone has been messing with us ever since we got here, right?! It's got to be, uh, some kind of trick!

Joey: Shh, we got to get out of here, there's got to be another way!

Frank: [''To Sammy''] No, I checked all the other doors. This is some kind of magnetically sealed locks and these shutters are two inches thick. You think you can hack the locks?

Sammy: With what internet?

Frank: I don't know, you can't do it manually?

Sammy: Well, even if I could, I don't have any equipment! You know, there's got to be a control room or something!

Joey: Okay. What do we know about vampires?

Peter: That they're not real.

Sammy: [[w:Anne Rice|an Anne Rice; [w:True Blood|a True Blood; [w:Twilight (novel series)|You know Twilight] What are we talking about, like ] or ]? ]? Very different kind of vampires.

Joey: Okay, we know they feed off blood.

Sammy: We're really doing right this now?

Joey: They can turn other people into vampires.

Sammy: Oh, okay. Fuck it. Um, they can turn into bats and stuff like that.

Frank: Mind control, they make you do shit.

Joey: They don't have a reflection.

Peter: [''Covers ears with hands''] Not listening to this!

Joey: Okay, how do we kill a vampire?

Frank: Garlic.

Joey: A stake through the heart.

Frank: [[w:Crucifix|Crucifixes] ].

Joey: Holy water.

Frank: Oh, you're a fucking priest now?

Sammy: Daylight is a big one.

Frank: [''mockingly glances at wrist watch''] Oh, that's a good one, but it's, hmm... 3:30 in the fucking morning!

Peter: [''Repeatedly''] Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

Frank: [''Lunges at Peter grabbing him by neck''] Hey dum-dum, we got a real fucking situation here. So I don't give a shit what you think. Either you're helping or you're 270 pounds of dead weight. Which is it?!

Peter: [''Pulls away Frank's hand''] Helping. Just don't do that again.

Frank: There's pool cues in the game room. Go sharpen them into stakes.

Peter: [''Walks away''] Okay.

Frank: [''To Sammy''; [w:garlic|garlic] You, go check the kitchen for ].

Sammy: Alone?

Frank: Yes, alone.

Sammy: [''Walks away''] Yep.

Joey: What are you thinking?

Frank: I say we tool up and kill her.

Joey: That's a mistake. You said it yourself. This girl is smart. She's been manipulating us from the start. We don't know if any of this stuff is gonna work. And even if it does, killing her would be the stupidest thing we could do.

Frank: And why is that?

Joey: Because we lose the only bargaining chip we have.

Frank: Well, what do you suggest?

Joey: We trade her to Lazaar for our lives.

Frank: No. I'm not betting our lives on your fucking hunch.

Joey: I'm telling you, she's gonna see you coming.

Frank: No! Debate is over! Decision made! Okay?!

Sammy: [''Holds up a netted bundle, but the bag does not have garlic.''] I got em!

Frank: Sammy, those are fucking onions!

Sammy: Well, I don't cook! I don't know!

Frank: [''Walks off''] All right. Let's go kill us a fucking... vampire!

Joey: [''Frank turns to her''] Good luck. Oh, I'm not going. I already told you why. And if you put your hand around my neck, you'll lose it.

Frank: [''Holds a hand''; ''To Peter and Sammy''] I'm not going to touch you. Go put your feet up. You two, on me. Let's hit the kitchen first. Fucking onions.

Joey: [''Frank walks away to front door with Joey and others following''; ''Grabs Frank''] Whoa. Hey. What happened? Hey! You can't just leave without telling us what's going on!

Frank: What's going on"? What's going on is that we are fucked! That little girl is Kristof Lazaar's daughter.

Rickles: Shit!

Sammy: Who's Kristof Lazaar?

Frank: Who's Lazaar?!

Dean: Bruh, that's an urban legend, man. Calm down.

Frank: [''drops his bag''] No, dude. He's not a fucking urban legend. He's very fucking real, believe me. Nobody even knows how big his fucking empire is.

Sammy: So he's, like a crime boss?

Rickles: He controls a lot more than just crime.

Joey: Is Lambert fucking insane? He just put a death mark on all of us. Including himself.

Sammy: What if we just, like, you know, like, give her back and say sorry?

Frank: [''Sarcastically''] Oh, yeah. "Here's your daughter Mr. Fucking Antichrist! We're really sorry! Hope she's not too traumatized! Let's play a round of golf sometime"!

Sammy: Fuck you, Frank.

Peter: This isn't the time for sarcasm, okay?

Frank: What the fuck were you doing down here anyway?

Sammy: I couldn't sleep. I heard something.

Frank: What, you just had to come and check it out, huh? You think I could do that?

Joey: Be honest. What does that look like to you?

Frank: It looks like a fucking wild animal ripped him apart. No, no, no, I'm not fu- We're not fucking going there. Oh, fuck.

Sammy: Why are you all acting so weird?

Joey: There are stories about Lazaar's hit man.

Frank: Can we not do this, please?!

Joey: Valdez.

Rickles: [[w:Federal Bureau of Investigation|The FBI; https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=flipped flipped 'em; [w:Occupancy|all holed up] I heard a story once. Three of Lazaar's top guys got pinched a few years ago. ] . Night before the trial, they were ] on the top floor of a hotel. A dozen agents in the next room and two on the door. Next morning, FBI goes into the room. All they bodies are ripped apart... limbs... and organs missing. Decapitations. That his signature. Valdez. He's a fucking animal. And there was no way in or out of that room except for the front door or the 23rd window. So how'd he do it?

Sammy: Bullshit.

Rickles: It's not fucking bullshit.

Frank: That's not the first time I heard that story.

Joey: We'd better check on the girl.

Lambert: For those of you that don't know, I go by "Lambert". You all came highly recommended. And so far, those recommendations are paying off.

Peter: [''Setting handcuffs on Abigail on a bed''] All right, sweet dreams. Okay.

Lambert: [[w:Human sexual activity|the grab-ass] You know the rules. No real names, no backstories and keep ] to a minimum. It's a 24-hour job and the hard part is already over. Now you babysit. But the only one that sees the girl is this one. So she hears only one voice. The rest of you... get comfortable. Questions?

Joey: Yeah. Who's the girl?

Lambert: You don't need to know her name.

Joey: I don't care about her name. Whose kid is she?

Frank: The fuck's that matter to you?

Lambert: A very wealthy man. Who's about to become $50 million poorer. Look, you're safe here and to be completely certain that you can't be tracked, I'm going to collect your cell phones.

Dean: Nobody's tracking me.

Frank: I'm not taking any chances. Give them over.

Lambert: In the bag.

Sammy: [''Tooling on her phone''; ''Lambert grabs it and Sammy pulls it back''; ''Lambert snatches it away''] One second, I gotta send this real quick. Thank you, just-

Peter: [''Deposits phone in bag''] Thank you.

Lambert: Keep the doors and the girl isolated. Anything else I can do for you before I leave you to it?

Peter: Uh, how come we can't use our real names?

Frank: So if any of you fucks get caught, we can't rat out the others.

Dean: Yeah, dumbass.

Peter: You asked the same questions in the van.

Lambert: [''Points to each crew individually''; [w:Rat Pack|Frank. Dean. Sammy. Peter. Joey and...] You want names? Fine. ]

Rickles: Damn. The man got his pulse of pop culture.

Lambert: [[w:Don Rickles|Don fucking Rickles] And you're ]. You happy?

Rickles: Not really.

Dean: Who the fuck is Don Rickles?

Trapper: They don't have to like each other. They just have to work together.

Trapper: That's not just a signal. That's a call for war.

Trapper: Try not to swallow your tongue.

Belle: [watching Gaston chase the Beast on the castle rooftop] NO!

Beast: Belle?

Beast: BELLE! You came back!

Belle: I tried to stop them!

Beast: Stay there! I'm coming!

Cogsworth: Well, Master, I have had my doubts, but everything is moving like clockwork. True love really does win the day!

Beast: I let her go.

Cogsworth: You... what?!

Lumière: Master, how could you do that?

Beast: I had to.

Cogsworth: But why?

Mrs. Potts: Because he loves her.

Lumière: Then why are we not human?

Cogsworth: Because she doesn't love him and now it's too late.

Plumette: But, she might still come back.

Beast: No. I set her free. I'm sorry I couldn't do the same for all of you. Now, go. Our time is almost past.

Lumière: Come, my love.

Beast: [sings] I was the one who had it all,I was the master of my fate.I never needed anybody in my life,I learned the truth too late.I'll never shake away the pain,I close my eyes but she's still there.I let her steal into my melancholy heart,It's more than I can bear.

Beast: You think you could be happy here?

Belle: Can anybody be happy if they aren't free?

Belle: [singing] This is the Paris of my childhood/These were the borders of my life/In this crumbling, dusty attic/Where an artist loved his wife/Easy to remember/Harder to move on/Knowing the Paris of my childhood/Is gone

Beast: What happened to your mother?

Belle: It was the one story Papa could never bring himself to tell me. I knew better than to ask.

Beast: [he looks to the chair and gasps softly] A doctor's mask...

Beast: Plague.

Plague Doctor: We have to leave. Now.

Belle's Mother: [to a young Maurice] Go, before it takes her too.

Beast: I'm sorry I ever called your father a thief.

Belle: [whispers] Let's go home.

Beast: [to Belle, opening the enchanted book] A little gift from the Enchantress. A book that truly allows you to escape.

Belle: [fascinated] How amazing!

Beast: [sadly] It was her cruelest trick of all. It was just another curse. Perhaps our world has no place for a creature like me. But it can for you.

Beast: Think of the one place that you've always wanted to see. Now find it in your mind's eye and feel it in your heart.

Belle: [finds the Beast reading in the garden] What are you reading?

Beast: [quickly closes the book] Nothing.

Belle: Guinevere and Lancelot.

Beast: [correcting her] Well, actually..."King Arthur and the Round Table." Knights, and men, and swords, and things...

Belle: Still... It's a romance.

Beast: Alright...

Belle: I never thanked you for saving my life.

Beast: Well, I never thanked you for not leaving me to be eaten by wolves.

Belle: [hears the servants laughing in the castle] They know how to have a good time.

Beast: [rolls his eyes] Yes, but when I enter the room, the laughter dies.

Belle: Me too.

Belle: The villagers say that I'm a funny girl, but I'm not sure they mean it as a compliment.

Beast: I'm sorry. Your village sounds terrible.

Belle: [sighs] Almost as lonely as your castle.

Beast: [inspired] What do you say we run away?

Belle: [reciting lines from "A Midsummer Night's Dream" as the Beast rests] Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind...

Belle and Beast: ..."And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Belle: [surprised] You know Shakespeare.

Beast: [rolls over] I had an expensive education.

Belle: [visibly excited and engaged; [Romeo and Juliet] Actually, ]'s my favorite play.

Beast: [groans exasperatedly] Ugh, why is that not a surprise?

Belle: [lightly offended] ... I'm sorry?

Beast: [sticks out his tongue] Well, all that heartache, and pining, and... bleaugh! So many better things to read.

Belle: [shocked and slightly more offended] Like what?

Beast: Well, there are a couple of things in here you could start with....

Beast: Are you all right?

Belle: It's wonderful!

Beast: Yes, I suppose it is. Well, if you like it so much, then it's yours.

Belle: Have you really read every one of these books?

Beast: [scoffs] No, not all of them. Some of them are in Greek.

Belle: [laughs] Was that a joke? Are you making jokes now?

Beast: [smirks] Maybe.

Beast: [roaring in pain] OOWW!!! That hurts.

Belle: If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much.

Beast: If you hadn't run away, none of this would have happened.

Belle: Well, if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!

Beast: Well, YOU shouldn't have been in the West Wing.

Belle: Well, YOU should learn to control your temper!

Belle: Try to get some rest.

Mrs. Potts: Thank you, miss.

Lumière: We are eternally grateful.

Belle: Why do you care about him so much?

Mrs. Potts: We've looked after him all his life.

Belle: [Cogsworth feels ashamed at the remark] But he's cursed you somehow. Why? You did nothing.

Mrs. Potts: [ashamed] You're quite right there, dear. You see, when the Master lost his mother, and his cruel father took that sweet, innocent lad and twisted him up to be just like him, we did nothing.

Lumière: Let him sleep.

Beast: [to Belle, who is in the West Wing admiring the enchanted rose; enraged] What are you doing here?! What did you do to it?!

Belle: [frightened] Nothing!

Beast: Do you realize what you could have done? You could have damned us all! Get out of here! GO!!!!!!

Beast: [to Belle, gruffly] You'll join me for dinner. That's not a request.

Mrs. Potts: Gently, Master. The girl lost her father and her freedom in one day.

Lumière: Yes, the poor thing is probably in there scared to death.

Belle: Just a minute.

Lumière: You see? There she is. Now remember: Be gentle.

Mrs. Potts: Kind.

Plumette: Mmm, charming.

Cogsworth: Sweet!

Lumière: And when she opens the door, give her a dashing, debonaire smile! Come, come, show me the smile!

Cogsworth: Oh, dear!

Plumette: Oh, no!

Beast: [his smile vanishes; graciously] Will you join me for dinner?

Belle: [scoffs] You've taken me as your prisoner, and now you want to have dinner with me? Are you insane?

Plumette: Uh-oh! He's losing it!

Cogsworth: Oh, dear!

Beast: [pounds on Belle's door repeatedly, angrily yelling] I told you to join me for dinner!

Belle: [angrily] And I told you no!

Madame Garderobe: [awakens startled] Oh, what time is it? What's happening?

Belle: I'd starve before I ever eat with you!

Beast: [roaring ferociously; to Lumiere angrily; storms off] Well, be my guest! Go ahead and starve! If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all! Idiots!

Beast: [roars] Lumiere!

Lumière: [turns to Cogsworth] Be calm. Let me do the talking.

Beast: You're making her dinner?

Lumière: We thought you might appreciate the company.

Cogsworth: Master, I just want to assure you that I had no part of this hopeless plan. Preparing her dinner, designing a gown for her, giving her a suite in the East Wing...

Beast: You gave her a bedroom?

Cogsworth: No, no, no! He gave her the bedroom.

Lumière: Well, this is true. But, if this girl is the one who can break the spell, then maybe you can start by using dinner to charm her.

Lumière: Good thinking, Cogsworth.

Cogsworth: What?

Beast: That's the most ridiculous idea, I've ever heard. Charm the prisoner.

Lumière: But you must try, master. With every passing day, we become less human.

Beast: She's the *daughter* of a common thief. What kind of person do you think that makes her?

Mrs. Potts: Oh, you can't judge people by who their father is, now can you?

Belle: Papa, is that you?

Maurice: Belle, how did you find me?

Belle: Your hands are ice. We need to get you home.

Maurice: Belle. Belle, you must leave here at once. This castle is alive. Now go before he finds you!

Belle: Who?

Belle: Who's there? Who are you?!

Beast: [angrily] Who are you?

Belle: I've come for my father.

Beast: Your father... is a THIEF.

Belle: Liar!

Beast: He stole a rose.

Belle: I asked for the rose. Punish me, not him.

Maurice: [to Belle] No, he means forever. Apparently, that's what happens around here when you pick a flower!

Belle: [to the Beast] A life sentence for a rose?

Beast: [leaps down to her section of the tower, but remains hidden in the shadows] I received eternal damnation for one. I'm merely locking him away. Now, do you still wish to take your father's place?

Belle: [The Beast doesn't move. Belle grabs Lumière and holds him up to the Beast's face. Seeing the Beast's intimidating appearance, she gasps in horror] Come into the light.

Beast: [scowling] Choose.

Maurice: [coughs] Belle, I won't let you do this. I lost your mother, I won't lose you too! Now go. Go!

Belle: [to the Beast; The Beast turns away] All right, Papa. I'll leave. I need a minute alone with him. You're being so cold-hearted you won't allow a daughter to say goodbye to her father? Forever can spare a minute.

Beast: When this door closes, it will not open again.

Belle: I should have been here with you.

Maurice: Listen, Belle. It's alright. Go. Live your life, and forget about me.

Belle: Forget you? Everything I am is because of you.

Maurice: I love you, Belle. Don't be afraid.

Belle: [she and Maurice hug; whispers] I love you too, Papa. I'm not afraid. And I will escape, I promise.

Maurice: [confused; Belle pushes Maurice out of the dungeon and closes the door] What?

Beast: You took his place.

Belle: He's my father.

Beast: Then he is a fool. And so are you!

Maurice: Belle...

Belle: [to the Beast] Papa! Be gentle with him!

Maurice: Belle, I'll come back! I promise!