Josh GadQuotes

Ludlow: I can't believe they took Matty as a trophy. I'm so sorry.

Sam: Well, there's gotta be something we can do.

Ludlow: Where's Eddie?

Sam: [stands up; [The Lorax (2012 film)|the boot] Eddie... Yeah, he crawled into a hole. We'll never see him again. Chewie won't take my calls. Violet got ]. We're on our own, guys.

Q*Bert: This feels like my planet. No fun, no laughter, only war.

Violet: Wait. Wait a second. Q*Bert is from there. He knows all their secrets.

Q*Bert: We were once a happy planet before you threatened us.

Sam: But we didn't threaten you. Y-You saw footage of old games.

Q*Bert: They do not know they are games.

Violet: Well, why didn't you tell them that, Q*Bert, and stop them?

Q*Bert: It's too late! And now the mothership is creating millions of {{w|Kamen Rider Ex-Aid|videogame warriors}} to destroy your planet.

Violet: Look, all we have to do is get inside the mothership and try to stop them. We can rescue Matty while we're up there.

Ludlow: Up there? You wanna go up there? I don't know about that. Y'know, they took away our light cannons. I don't think that's such a good idea.

Sam: [[Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian|can-do attitude] We have something better than light cannons. We have a positive ].

Q*Bert: [reassured] Ah...!

Sam: I'm kidding. We are all gonna die. I'm just... Sorry.

Chip: Mama!

Mrs. Potts: Thank you!

LeFou: [punches the other villager out and turns to Mrs. Potts] Take that!

Mrs. Potts: Nicely handled!

LeFou: Well, I used to be on Gaston's side, but we are so in a bad place right now.

Mrs. Potts: You're too good for him anyway.

LeFou: Yeah.

Mrs. Potts: Should we get back to it, then?

LeFou: [to Mrs. Potts] Well, hello there. You must be the talking teacup. And YOU must be his grandmother.

Mrs. Potts: [as soon of hearing this, she wakes up with a gasp] GRANDMOTHER"?! ATTACK!

Gaston: [to Maurice, as he's thrown in a carriage] Have you seen the inside of a mad house, Maurice? You wouldn't last a week. Just give me your daughter and I'll set you free.

Maurice: Never.

Gaston: Take him away!

Belle: [gets off of Phillippe and runs to Maurice in the carriage] STOP!! Papa!

Maurice: Oh, Belle! I thought I lost you.

Belle: [turns to D'Arque] Let him out! He's hurt!

D'Arque: We can't do that, miss, but we'll take very good care of him.

Belle: [turns to Gaston] My father's not crazy! Gaston, tell him!

Gaston: You know how loyal, I am your family. But your father's been making some unbelievable claims.

Monsieur Jean: It's true, Belle. He's been raving about a Beast in a castle.

Belle: I've just come from a castle, there is a Beast!

Gaston: You say anything to set him free. Your word is hardly proof!

Belle: [uses the magic mirror; the mirror shows the Beast roaring. She shows him to the townspeople, who recoil in fear] I want proof? Show me the Beast! There's my proof!

Gaston: [grabs the magic mirror; He shows the townspeople about the Beast] This is sorcery! Look at this Beast! LOOK AT HIS FANGS! HIS CLAWS!!

Belle: No. Don't be afraid! He's gentle and kind.

Gaston: [turns to Belle] The monster has her under his spell. If I didn't know better, I'd say she even cared for him!

Belle: [turns to the townspeople] He's NOT a monster, Gaston! BUT YOU!! The Beast wouldn't hurt anyone!

Gaston: I've heard of the effects of dark magic, but I've never before seen it with my own eyes! This is a threat to a very existence! We can't have her running off to warn the Beast! Lock her up, too.

Belle: No!

Tom: Come here!

Belle: NO!

Tom: Shut up.

Belle: You won't get away with this, Gaston!

Maurice: Oh, Belle!

LeFou: [grabs Gaston's arm] Gaston, with all due respect...

Gaston: [LeFou is shocked into silence; comes up to the carriage, to D'Arque; to the townspeople; the townspeople cheers] Do you want to be next? Fetch my horse. Stand guard. Don't let them escape! This creature will curse us all if we don't stop him! WELL, I SAY WE KILL THE BEAST!!!

Maurice: No. I'm sure this is the way. Do you hear those wolves? That means we're getting very close to the castle.

Gaston: Look, enough is enough. We have to turn back.

Maurice: Stop.

Maurice: [snaps his finger; gets off the cart] That's it. There it is. That's the tree. I'm sure of it. It-it was downed by lightning at the time. But now it's... resumed an upright position through some sort of... magic or other.

LeFou: [to Gaston] You really want to marry into this family?

Maurice: [motions falling tree with his arm] So that means that the... the castle is that - No. No, it's - That way. Definitely... that way.

Gaston: I am done playing this game of yours! Where is Belle?

Maurice: The Beast took her and she...

Gaston: There are no such things as beasts... or talking teacups... or magic! But there are wolves, frostbite, and starvation!

LeFou: [stands up] Deep breaths, Gaston. Deep breaths.

Gaston: [breathes deeply, then turns to Maurice] So, why don't we just turn around, go back to Villeneuve? I'm sure Belle is at home, cooking up a lovely dinner.

Maurice: If you think I've made all this up, then why did you offer to help?

Gaston: [calms down] Because, I want to marry your daughter! Now, let's go home.

Maurice: Belle is not at home! She is with the...

Gaston: [angrily grabs Maurice] You say "Beast" one more time, I WILL FEED YOU TO THE WOLVES!!!!!

LeFou: [tries to stop him] Gaston, stop it! Breathe, think of happy thoughts, go back to the war, blood, explosions, countless widows.

Gaston: Widows...

LeFou: [Gaston calms down and LeFou taps his nose] Yes, yes. That's it... That's it.

Gaston: [turns to Maurice, smiling. Maurice recoils] Maurice! Please forgive me, old bean. That's no way to talk to my future father-in-law, now is it?

Maurice: Future father-in-law?

Gaston: Yeah.

Maurice: You will never marry my daughter.

LeFou: I saw that coming.

Gaston: If Maurice won't give me his blessing, then he's in my way. Once the wolves are finished with him, Belle will have no one to take care of her but ME!

LeFou: For the sake of exhausting all of our options, do we maybe want to consider a slightly less... gruesome alternative?

Gaston: Are you coming?