Beauty and the Beast (1991) - Quotes

Cast (voices): [[w:David Ogden Stiers|David Ogden Stiers] ] – Narrator, Sir Cogsworth the Clock

Cast (voices): [[w:Jerry Orbach|Jerry Orbach] ] – Monsieur Lumiére the Candelabra

Cast (voices): [[w:Richard White (actor)|Richard White] ] – Gaston

Cast (voices): [[w:Robby Benson|Robby Benson] ] – Master B. le Bête the Beast/Prince Adam

Cast (voices): [[w:Rex Everhart|Rex Everhart] ] – Maurice

Cast (voices): [[w:Paige O'Hara|Paige O'Hara] ] – B. la Belle the Beauty

Gaston: [Gaston corners Beast on the edge of the roof. Beast simply sits there in despair.; Beast looks down ignoring him. Gaston walks into the foreground and breaks off a piece of the roof. He is about to smash it on Beast's head when Belle's voice drifts up. She is on the bridge and is yelling to Gaston, telling him to stop.] Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Get up! Get up! What's the matter, Beast? Too kind and gentle to fight back?

Belle: No!

Beast: Belle.

Belle: No, Gaston, don't! Let's go, Philippe.

Gaston: [to Beast; The Beast has been provoked enough. He emerges and they fight again; The Beast and Gaston are fighting on top of the castle; the Beast strikes at him, grabs him and holds him over the edge and last words; The Beast glares with fury, then his anger slowly melts as he realizes that Gaston's what he could’ve become. He pulls Gaston back in and close to his face] COME ON, OUT AND FIGHT?! We're you in love with her, Beast? DID YOU HONESTLY THINK SHE'D WANT YOU WHEN SHE HAD SOMEONE LIKE ME?! It's over, Beast! BELLE IS MINE!! Let me go, let me go! Please... don't hurt me! I'll do anything! ANYTHING!!!!

Beast: [in a calm, but tranquil fury manner; shoves Gaston to the ground] Get out.

Belle: [comes out on the balcony] Beast!

Beast: [begins to climb the tower until he reaches the balcony. He hangs over the side; they reached their hands as they reunite; The Beast and Belle stare passionately at each other, but the moment is interrupted when Gaston sneaks up and stubs the Beast in the back with a knife. The Beast roars in pain and Gaston pulls the knife out and swings back for another shot. The Beast starts to fall, knocks over Gaston off his balances. Belle reaches forward and pulls the Beast back, while Gaston falls off into the castle moats to his deaths with a scream.] Belle. Belle? You came back.

Gaston: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!

Beast: You... You came back.

Belle: [hugs the Beast] Of course, I came back. I couldn't let them.... Oh, this is all my fault. If only I'd gotten here sooner.

Beast: Maybe it's better...it's better this way.

Belle: Don't talk like that. You'll be all right. We're together now. Everything's going to be fine. You'll see.

Beast: [lastly words; reaches up and touches Belle's cheek; his paw falls and his eyes close as he dies] At least...I got to see you...1 last time.

Belle: [gasps; sobs; The last petal falls away, leaving Cogsworth, Lumière, and Mrs. Potts distraught; suddenly, a magical shower falls around the Beast and Belle, and the Beast rises into the air, turning into a human prince Adam, whose name was Prince Adam; then, he lands on the ground and when he gets up, he turns toward Belle] No. No. Please. Please. Please don't leave me. I love you.

Prince Adam: Belle... it's me.

Belle: [looks into his eyes and recognizes him from the portrait; They kiss, a fireworks display explodes around them. The gloom surrounding, the castle disappears, revealing a blue sky. Last lines; The castle is transformed, with the gargoyles changing into cherubs. Finally, we return to the balcony, where the servants hop out to meet Prince Adam and Belle. One by one, they are transformed back to their original human conditions] It is you!

Prince Adam: [Chip comes riding in on Footstool] Lumiere! Cogsworth! Oh, Mrs. Potts! Look at us!

Chip: [The pair transforms back into a boy and dog] Mama! Mama!

Mrs. Potts: [Picking up her boy] Oh, my goodness!

Lumière: It is a miracle!

Belle: [Prince Adam picks up Belle and swings her around. The ruffles of her skirt wipe to the ballroom, where all are gathered to celebrate, Prince Adam and Belle dance around the room as the rest at the characters] How wonderful!

Lumière: [Lumière says this, and a maid, obviously the former Featherduster walks by, brushing him on the chin; chuckles, starts to chase after her, but Cogsworth stops him] Ah, l'amour.

Cogsworth: Well, Lumiere, old friend. Shall we let bygones be bygones?

Lumière: Of course, mon ami. I told you she would break the spell.

Cogsworth: I beg your pardon, old friend, but I believe I told you.

Lumière: No, you didn't. I told you.

Cogsworth: You most certainly did not, you pompous parrafin-headed pea-brain!

Lumière: [Lumière takes off his glove and slaps Cogsworth across the face with it. They begin to fight. Cut to Belle and Prince Adam who continue to dance around the floor. The camera stops on Mrs. Potts, Chip and Maurice, who is beginning to crying] En garde, you overgrown pocket watch!

Chip: Are they going to live happily ever after, Mama?

Mrs. Potts: Of course, my dear. Of course.

Chip: [tiny pauses; Maurice laughs and Mrs. Potts hugs her child and laughs. Cut to a camera looking over the entire ballroom with all in the shot. It slowly zooms out with Belle and Prince Adam dancing around the room, and fades into the final stained glass window, this one with Belle and Prince Adam in the center, surrounded by the rest of the characters] Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?

Chorus: Certain as the sun / Rising in the east / Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme / Beauty and the beast!| Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme / Beauty and the beast!

Belle: [gasps; Finally, she finds him face down in a snowbank. They return home, where Lefou is still waiting, disguised as a snowman.] Papa? Papa?

LeFou: Oh, they're back.

Maurice: Belle?

Belle: It's all right, Papa. I'm home.

Maurice: I thought I'd never see you again.

Belle: I missed you so much.

Maurice: But the Beast. How did you escape?

Belle: I didn't escape, Papa. He let me go.

Maurice: That horrible Beast?

Belle: [There is a sound coming from Belle's pack. The flap opens and the magic mirror falls out with Chip rolling to a stop on it.] But he's different, now. He's changed somehow.

Chip: Hi!

Belle: Oh, a stowaway.

Maurice: [Chip turns to Belle with a look of question on his face.] Why, hello there, little fella. Didn't think I'd ever see you again.

Chip: Belle, why'd you go away? Don't you like us anymore?

Belle: [There is a knocking at the door. Belle opens it and Monsieur D'Arque stands on the porch.] Oh, Chip. Of course I do. It's just that--

Belle: May I help you?

Monsieur D'Arque: I've come to collect your father.

Belle: My father?

Monsieur D'Arque: Don't worry, mademoiselle. We'll take good care of him.

Belle: My father's not crazy.

Lefou: He was raving like a lunatic. We all heard him, didn't we!

Bystanders: Yes!

Belle: No, I won't let you.

Maurice: Belle?

Lefou: Maurice. Tell us again, old man, just how big was the Beast?

Maurice: Well, he was... that is... enormous. I'd say at least eight, no more like ten feet.

Lefou: Well, you don't get much crazier than that.

Maurice: It's true, I tell you!

Lefou: Get him out of here!

Maurice: Let go of me!

Belle: No, you can't do this!

Gaston: Poor Belle. It's a shame about your father.

Belle: You know he's not crazy, Gaston.

Gaston: Hmm. I think I might be able to clear up this little misunderstanding, if...

Belle: If what?

Gaston: If you marry me.

Belle: What?

Gaston: One little word, Belle. That's all it takes.

Belle: Never!

Gaston: Have it your way.

Maurice: Belle? Let go of me!

Belle: My father's not crazy and I can prove it! Show me the Beast!

Woman 1: Is it dangerous?

Belle: Oh, no, no. He'd never hurt anyone. Please, I know he looks vicious, but he's really kind and gentle. He's my friend.

Gaston: If I didn't know better, I'd think you had feelings for this monster.

Belle: He's no monster, Gaston. You are!

Gaston: She's as crazy as the old man! The Beast will make off with your children! He'll come after them in the night!

Belle: No!

Gaston: We're not safe til his head is mounted on my wall! I say we kill the Beast!

Man 1: We're not safe until he's dead.

Man 2: He'll come stalking us at night!

Woman 1: Set to sacrifice our children to his monstrous appetite!

Man 3: He'll wreak havoc on our village / If we let him wander free

Gaston: [Gaston throws a torch into a haystack, creating an instant bonfire. He begins to prance around it, warning of the dangers of the horrible Beast.; Gaston chases LeFou around, mimicking a monster.; Magic mirror shows the face of Beast to LeFou, which Gaston exaggerates about.] So it's time to take some action, boys / It's time to follow me! Through the mist, through the woods / Through the darkness and the shadows / It's a nightmare but it's one exciting ride. / Say a prayer, then we're there / At the drawbridge of a castle, And there's something truly terrible inside. It's a Beast, He's got fangs, razor sharp ones / Massive paws, Killer claws for the feast Hear him roar, see him foam, But we're not coming home, til he's dead / Good and dead, kill the Beast!

Belle: [Interjecting] No, I won't let you do this.

Gaston: [Gaston is snatched the mirror and clutches the pants] If you're not with us, you're against us. Bring the old man.

Maurice: [Gaston throws them into the basement and bolts the door.] Get your hands off me!

Gaston: We can't have them runnin off to warn the creature!

Belle: Let us out!

Gaston: [To the crowd; A chorus of "I am"s comes from the crowd] We'll rid the village of this Beast. Who's with me?

Mob: Light your torch, mount your horse!

Gaston: Screw your courage to the sticking place

Mob: [Gaston leads the Mob through the town and out into the forest, where they start chopping trees in preparation for their assault on the castle.] We're countin on Gaston to lead the way! Through a mist, to a wood, Where within a haunted castle, Something's lurking that you don't see every day! It's a Beast, One as tall as a mountain! We won't rest / Until he's good and deceased! Sally forth, tally ho, Grab your sword, grab your bow / Praise the Lord and here we go!

Gaston: We'll lay siege to his castle and bring back his head!

Belle: I have to warn the Beast. This is all my fault. Oh, Papa. What are we going to do?

Maurice: [Comforting her; We see Chip looking in through the window. He turns around, thinking, and then he sees Maurice's contraption with the axe on the end of it.] Now, now. We'll think of something?

Mob: We don't like, what we don't / Understand, it frankly scares us / And this monster is mysterious at least! Bring your guns, bring your knives, Save your children and your wives, We'll save our village and our lives, We'll kill the Beast!

Cogsworth: I knew it, I knew it was foolish to get our hopes up.

Lumière: [Sultan comes in barking. They rush over to the window expecting the return of Belle.] Maybe it would have been better if she had never come at all. Could it be?

Mrs. Potts: Is it she?

Lumière: [Realizing the Mob is not Belle] Sacre bleu, invaders!

Cogsworth: Encroachers!

Mrs. Potts: [Seeing Gaston] And they have the mirror!

Cogsworth: [Issuing orders; Turns around from window; The door is slammed as the rest of the Objects leave Cogsworth behind.] Warn the master. If it's a fight they want, we'll be ready for them. Who's with me? Aahh!

Gaston: [Cut to stairway, where Objects are marching down to do battle with the Mob.] Take whatever booty you can find, but remember, the Beast is mine!

Objects: Hearts ablaze, banners high! We go marching into battle, Unafraid, although the danger just increased!

Mob: Raise the flag, sing the song / Here we come, we're fifty strong, and 50 Frenchmen can't be wro-o-o-ong, Let's kill the Beast!

Mrs. Potts: Pardon me, master.

Beast: Leave me in peace.

Mrs. Potts: But sir, the castle is under attack!

Mob: [The Objects have tried to block off the door, but it is being bashed in by the Mob.] Kill the Beast, kill the Beast!

Lumière: This isn't working!

Featherduster: Oh, Lumière! We must do something!

Lumière: Wait! I know!

Mob: Kill the Beast, kill the Beast!

Mrs. Potts: What shall we do, master?

Beast: [Still very sad] It doesn't matter now. Just let them come.

Mob: [The Mob succeeds in breaking in, and finds a grand entrance filled with assorted pieces of furniture, teacups, candlesticks, Featherdusters and clocks. They tiptoe in, and Lefou unknowingly picks up Lumière.] Kill the Beast, kill the Beast, kill the Beast!!

Lumière: [All the Objects spring into life, attacking their human enemies. Cut back to Belle's home, where Chip has readied the invention with purple smoke.] NOW!!!

Chip: Yes! Here we go!

Maurice: [The invention crashes into the door, and a red cloud of smoke poofs out of the basement. Belle and Maurice emerge from the wreckage to find Chip swinging on a loose spring.] What the devil? Belle, look out!

Chip: You guys gotta try this thing.

Mrs. Potts: [She and all the cups pour boiling tea on the guy's head.] Up here, you scurvy scum! Now!

Stove: Roaaaar!

Tom, Stanley and Lefou: AAAAAAAAH!!

Lefou: Move, move, move, move!

Cogsworth: [Lumière pulls over Cogsworth and kisses him once on each cheek. Cogsworth shakes it off.] And stay out!

Lumière: Tonight is the night!

Beast: [hesitantly] I'm not sure I can do this.

Lumière: You don't have time to be timid. You must be bold, daring.

Beast: [Beast has emerged from the tub and shakes himself dry.] Bold. Daring.

Lumière: There will be music. Romantic candlelight, provided myself, and when the time is right, you confess your love.

Beast: [Inspired] Yes, I -- I con--No, I can't.

Lumière: You care for the girl, don't you?

Beast: More than anything.

Lumière: [COATRACK has been cutting Beast's hair. It finishes and steps back.; Cut to shot of Beast in pig-tails and bows.] Well then you must tell her. Voila. You look so...so...

Beast: Stupid.

Lumière: [COATRACK begins to cut and chop again. Cogsworth enters.] Not quite the word I was looking for. Perhaps a little more off the top.

Cogsworth: [Cut to grand staircase, where Belle descends from the West Wing side in a glittering gold ball gown. She reaches the landing and looks up at Beast, who is standing at the top of the stairs in his dress clothes. He is nudged on by Lumière from behind the curtain, and he descends and meets Belle at the landing. Arm in arm, they descend the last section of stairs and continue on their way to dinner, stopped momentarily by Sultan. Mrs. Potts sings from her cart with Chip on board.] Ahem ahem ahem. Your lady awaits.

Mrs. Potts: [Belle and Beast have moved into the ballroom, where they move through a computer perfect dance sequence. Beast occasionally looks over at Lumière and Cogsworth for their approval. Mrs. Potts and Chip are in the ballroom on their cart.; To Chip; Chip slides off the end of the cart, and hops out of the room, but comes back for one last look. Belle and Beast have adjourned to the balcony under a starry night.] Tale as old as time / True as it can be / Barely even friends / Then somebody bends / Unexpectedly / Just a little change / Small to say the least / Both a little scared / Neither one prepared / Beauty and the Beast Ever just the same / Ever a surprise / Ever as before, ever just as sure / As the sun will rise / Tale as old as time / Tune as old as song / Bittersweet and strange, / Finding you can change, learning you were wrong / Certain as the sun / Rising in the east / Tale as old as time, / Song as old as rhyme, beauty and the Beast. / Tale as old as time, / Song as old as rhyme, beauty and the Beast. Off to the cupboard with you now, Chip. It's past your bedtime. Good night, love.

Beast: Belle? Are you happy here with me?

Belle: [Hesitantly; She looks off into the distance] Yes.

Beast: What is it?

Belle: [Looks at him desperately] If only I could see my father again, just for a moment. I miss him so much.

Beast: [Looks disappointed for a moment, then excited.; The pair adjourn to Beast's lair, where Beast hands Belle the magic mirror.] There is a way. This mirror will show you anything, anything you wish to see.

Belle: [Hesitantly; The magic mirror shines into life, and Belle turns her head away as it flashes. Then it reveals Maurice fallen in the woods, coughing and lost. Belle is shocked. Beast looks at her with concern.; Beast turns, then looks at the rose, deep in thought.] I'd like to see my father, please. Papa. Oh, no. He's sick, he may be dying. And he's all alone.

Beast: Then...then you must go to him.

Belle: What did you say?

Beast: I release you. You're no longer my prisoner.

Belle: You mean...I'm free?

Beast: Yes.

Belle: Oh, thank you. Hold on, Papa. I’m on my way.

Beast: Take it with you so you'll always have a way to look back and remember me.

Belle: [Belle turns to leave and Beast looks down in depression. She touches her hand to his cheek and rushes out. We see Belle's skirt fly past Cogsworth, who has entered the room.] Thank you for understanding how much he needs me.

Cogsworth: Well, your highness I have to say that everything it's going great I knew that she was capable.

Beast: I let her go.

Cogsworth: [chuckles; realizes what the Beast just said] Yes, yes. Splen- You what? How could you do that?

Beast: I had to.

Cogsworth: Yes, but why?

Beast: Because... I love her.

All: [except Cogsworth] : He did WHAT?!

Cogsworth: Yes, I'm afraid it's true.

Lumière: But he was so close.

Mrs. Potts: After all this time, he's finally learned to love.

Lumière: That's it, then. That should break the spell.

Mrs. Potts: But it's not enough. She has to love him in return.

Cogsworth: And now it's too late.

Beast: [Looks excited; Looks discouraged.] I've never felt this way about anyone. I want to do something for her. But what?

Cogsworth: Well, there's the usual things--flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep...

Lumière: Ahh, no no. It has to be something very special. Something that sparks her inter--wait a minute.

Beast: [Begins to open the door, then stops.] Belle, there's something I want to show you. But first, you have to close your eyes.

Belle: [Just as she enters the room] Can I open them?

Beast: [Beast walks away to draw back the curtains. He does, and brilliant sunlight spills into the room. Belle flinches reflexively as the light hits her face.] No, no. Not yet. Wait here.

Belle: Now can I open them?

Beast: [Belle opens her eyes and the camera pulls back to reveal the gigantic library filled with books.] All right. Now.

Belle: I can't believe it. I've never seen so many books in all my life!

Beast: You--you like it?

Belle: It's wonderful.

Beast: Then it's yours.

Belle: Oh, thank you so much.

Mrs. Potts: Oh, would you look at that?

Lumière: Ha ha! I knew it would work.

Chip: What? What works?

Cogsworth: It's very encouraging.

Featherduster: Isn't this exciting!

Chip: I didn't see anything.

Mrs. Potts: Come along, Chip. There's chores to be done in the kitchen.

Chip: [Objects walk away. Fade to breakfast table with Belle at one end and Beast at the other, with Mrs. Potts between them. Belle is served breakfast, and as she begins to eat, she looks at Beast, gobbling up his food with no table manners whatsoever. Chip laughs, but Mrs. Potts shoots him an admonishing look. Belle turns away and tries to ignore it, but Chip comes to the rescue. He nudges the spoon with his nose, and Beast reaches out for it (very 3-D-ishly). Belle looks at him in wonder as he tries to eat with the spoon, but he has little success. Finally, Belle puts down her spoon and lifts her bowl as if in a toast. Beast looks at the compromise and does the same. They both begin to sip their breakfast out of their bowls. Fade to courtyard where Belle and Beast are feeding the birds.] But what are they talking about? What's going on?

Belle: [Belle is trying to attract some birds to Beast, who shoves a handful of seed at them. Finally, she takes a handful and gently spreads it out, creating a trail. One lands in his hands, and he looks up thrilled.] There's something sweet / And almost kind / But he was mean / And he was coarse and unrefined. But now he's dear / And so unsure, / I wonder why I didn't see it there before.

Beast: [Belle has ducked around a tree, leaving Beast with the birds. She begins to look doubtful again, but turns her head around the tree and laughs. Beast is covered with birds.] She glanced this way / I thought I saw / And when we touched / She didn't shudder at my paw / No, it can't be / I'll just ignore / But then she's never looked at me that way before.

Belle: [Belle throws a snowball at Beast, who had looked at her proudly after the birds flew away. He begins to gather a large pile of snow. We cut to the Objects, looking out of a window at the two. In the background, Belle throws another snowball at Beast, who drops his huge pile of snow on his head. He chases her around a tree, but she ducks around the other side and sneaks up on him from behind.] New, and a bit alarming / Who'd have ever thought that this could be? / True, that he's no Prince Charming / But there's something in him that I simply didn't see.

Lumière: Well who'd have thought?

Mrs. Potts: Well bless my soul.

Cogsworth: And who'd have known?

Mrs. Potts: Well, who indeed?

Lumière: And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?

Mrs. Potts: It's so peculiar

All: [Fade to den where Belle sits in front of a roaring fire and reads to Beast. Objects including Chip watch from doorway] We'll wait and see / A few days more / There may be something there that wasn't there before

Cogsworth: Yes, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before.

Chip: What?

Mrs. Potts: There may be something there that wasn't there before.

Chip: What's there, mama?

Mrs. Potts: I'll tell you when you're older.

Featherduster: Oh, no!

Lumière: Oh, yes!

Featherduster: Oh, no!

Lumière: Oh, yes, yes, yes!

Featherduster: I've been burnt by you before!

Featherduster: Oof!

Lumière: Zut alors! She has emerged!

Mrs. Potts: [helping him in] Come on, Chip. Into the cupboard with your brothers and sisters.

Chip: But I'm not sleepy.

Mrs. Potts: Yes you are.

Chip: [He falls asleep and Mrs. Potts shuts the cupboard door.] No, I'm not.

Stove: I work and I slave all day long, and for what? A culinary masterpiece gone to waste.

Mrs. Potts: Oh, stop your grousing. It's been a long night for all of us.

Cogsworth: Well, if you ask me, she was just being stubborn. After all, the master did say please.

Mrs. Potts: But if the master doesn't learn to control that temper, he'll never break the--

Cogsworth: [interrupting] Splendid to see you out and about, mademoiselle.

Cogsworth: I am Cogsworth, head of the household.

Cogsworth: This is Lumière.

Lumière: En chante, cherie.

Cogsworth: [trying to talk around Lumière who is still kissing Belle's hand; finally shoving him out of the way; Lumière burns the hand of Cogsworth] If there's anything...stop that...that we can...please ...to make your stay more comfortable. Ow!!!!

Belle: I am a little hungry.

Mrs. Potts: [excited, to the other tea pots] You are? Hear that? She's hungry. Stoke the fire, break out the silver, wake the China.

Cogsworth: [secretively] Remember what the master said.

Mrs. Potts: Oh, pish tosh. I'm not going to let the poor child go hungry.

Cogsworth: [thinking he is giving in to the ultimate demand] Oh, all right, fine. Glass of water, crust of bread, and then--

Lumière: [to Belle] Cogsworth, I am surprised at you. She's not our prisoner. She's our guest. We must make her feel welcome here. Right this way, mademoiselle.

Cogsworth: Well keep it down. If the master finds out about this, it will be our necks!

Lumière: Of course, of course. But what is dinner without a little music?

Cogsworth: MUSIC?!

Lumière: [singing; The CHAIR has wrapped a napkin around the neck of Belle, who takes it off and places it on her lap. The CHAIR's arms put it's hands on it's 'waist' as if it were mad.; Lumière offers Belle a plate of hors d'oeuvres. She dips her finger in one, and tastes it.; A cabinet at the end of the table opens to reveal a large China collection, which rolls out and begins to perform. Lumière hands Belle a menu, which she begins to read.; plates of food go dancing by, with Cogsworth in the pudding. Lumière sets his torch to it, and it explodes, turning Cogsworth's face black with soot.; The FLATWARE enters a 'Busby Berkley-esque' swimming scene.; Lumière, standing on a plate, is elevated and begins to juggle his candles. Mugs enter the shot.] Ma chere, mademoiselle. It is with deepest pride pleasure and greatest pride that I welcome you tonight. And now, we invite you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents...your dinner. Be our guest, be our guest / Put our service to the test, tie your napkin round your neck, cherie and we provide the rest! Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvres / Why we only live to serve / Try the grey stuff, it's delicious / Don't believe me? Ask the dishes! They can sing, they can dance / After all, miss, this is France! / And a dinner here is never second best! / Go on unfold your menu, take a glance and then you'll / Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest! Beef ragout, cheese souffle, Pie and pudding en flambe! / We'll prepare and serve with flair / A culinary cabaret! You're alone and you're scared, But the banquet's all prepared! / No one's gloomy or complaining, / While the flatware's entertaining! We tell jokes, I do tricks / With my fellow candlesticks

Mugs: [The Mugs begin a gymnastics routine, hopping over one another and passing a beverage from one to the next] And it's all in perfect taste / That you can bet!!!

All: Come on and lift your glass, You've won your own free pass / To be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!

Lumière: If you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest!

All: Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!

Lumière: Life is so unnerving, For a servant who's not serving! / He's not whole without a soul to wait upon

Cogsworth: Get off!

Lumière: [Lumière sings as if he were reminiscing. Snow begins to fall. Cogsworth looks up and sees the salt and pepper shakers doing their thing.] Ah, those good old days when we were useful / Suddenly, those good old days are gone.

Cogsworth: Ohh.

Lumière: 10 years we've been rusting / Needing so much more than dusting / Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!

Cogsworth: Yaaaaaooo…

Lumière: [Lumière jumps on a spoon in the gelatin, which catapults Cogsworth out of the mold. Cut to kitchen, where Mrs. Potts is surrounded by soap bubbles.] Most days just lay around the castle, Flabby fat and lazy / You walked in, and oops-a-daisie!

Mrs. Potts: [Mrs. Potts continues to dance around the kitchen; Mrs. Potts is cleaned off by a napkin. She hops onto the tea cart and rolls into the dining room, where she offers tea to Belle.] It's a guest, it's a guest! Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed! Wine's been poured and thank the Lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed! With dessert, she'll want tea, And my dear, that's fine with me! While the cups do their soft shoeing, I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing! I'll get warm, piping hot Heaven's sake, is that a spot? Clean it up, we want the company impressed! We've got a lot to do-- Is it one lump or two? For you our guest!

All: She's our guest!

Mrs. Potts: She's our guest!

All: She's our guest!

Cogsworth: Let's go, people. Fun's over. Over here. Line up. Aaaaaaah!

All: [The China and candlesticks perform an elaborately choreographed dance sequence, ending in a closeup of Lumière.] It's ten years since we had anybody here And we're obsessed! With your meal, with your ease, Yes indeed, we aim to please / While the candlelight's still glowin / Let us help you, we'll keep going--

Lumiere: [to viewers] Come on! Sing with us!

Lumière and All: [A fantastic ending comes of the song, with SILVERWARE flying through the air, plates and Featherdusters dancing, and Cogsworth the focus of attention, until Lumière comes sliding in and sends him flying out of camera range.] Course, by course / One by one / Til you shout "Enough, I'm done!" / Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest . Tonight you'll prop your feet up, But for let's eat up Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Please Be our guest!!

Belle: Bravo! That was wonderful!

Cogsworth: [Looking at his own face; Lumière comes up next to Cogsworth.] Thank you, thank you, mademoiselle. Yes, good show, wasn't it everyone. Oh, my goodness, will you look at the time. Now, it's off to bed, off to bed!

Belle: Oh, I couldn't possibly go to bed now. It's my first time in an enchanted castle.

Cogsworth: [He tries to cover it up, just as a fork runs past. To Lumière] Enchanted? Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?

Cogsworth: It was you, wasn't it!

Belle: [Cogsworth and Lumière have been fighting. They both look at her, then stop. Cogsworth dusts himself off, and Lumière fixes his wax nose.] I, um, figured it out for myself.

Belle: I'd like to look around, if that's all right.

Lumière: [excited] Oh! Would you like a tour?

Cogsworth: [Confidentially, to Lumière] Wait a second, wait a second. I'm not sure that's such a good idea. We can't let her go poking around in certain places, if you know what I mean.

Belle: [Poking Cogsworth in the belly (like the Pillsbury doughboy)] Perhaps you could take me. I'm sure you know everything there is to know about the castle.

Cogsworth: [flattered] Well, actually, ah yes, I do!

Cogsworth: [He turns to find the heads of the suits of armor have turned to follow Belle.] As you can see, the pseudo façade was stripped away to reveal a minimalist rococo design. Note the unusual inverted vaulted ceilings. This is yet another example of the neo-classic baroque period, and as I always say, if it's not baroque, don't fix it! Ha ha ha. Now then, where was I?

Cogsworth: [They all snap back to face forward.; Cogsworth turns back to the group and is one girl short. He sees her beginning to climb the grand staircase. He and Lumière run up to her and jump in front of her, blocking her progress upstairs.] As you were! Now, if I may draw your attention to the flying buttresses above the--mademoiselle?

Belle: What's up there?

Cogsworth: [Lumière has been shaking his head, but Cogsworth nudges him and he nods in agreement.] Where? Up there? Nothing. Absolutely nothing of interest at all in the West Wing. Dusty, dull, very boring.

Belle: Oh, so that's the West Wing.

Lumière: [To Cogsworth] Nice going!

Belle: I wonder what he's hiding up there.

Lumière: Hiding? The master is hiding nothing!

Belle: [She steps over them, but they dash up and block her again.] Then it wouldn't be forbidden.

Cogsworth: Perhaps mademoiselle would like to see something else. We have exquisite tapestries dating all the way back to...

Belle: [again stepping over them] Maybe later.

Lumière: [with Cogsworth, again dashing and blocking] The gardens, or the library perhaps?

Belle: [Now, with incredible interest] You have a library?

Cogsworth: [Thrilled that he has found something to interest her] Oh. yes! Indeed!

Lumière: With books!

Cogsworth: Gads of books!

Lumière: Mountains of books!

Cogsworth: Forests of books!

Lumière: Cascades...

Cogsworth: ...of books!

Lumière: Swamps of books!

Cogsworth: More books than you'll ever be able to read in a lifetime! Books on every subject ever studied, by every author who ever set pen to paper...

Beast: [growing angrily-ish] Why did you come here?

Belle: [backs away, scared] I'm-I'm sorry.

Beast: I warned you never to come here!

Belle: I didn't mean any harm.

Beast: [angrier; Beast begins to thrash at the furniture] Do you realize what you could have done?!

Belle: [pleaders, but still scared] Please, stop!

Beast: [screaming] GET OUT!!!!

Belle: No!

Beast: [screaming; Belle turns and flees the room. Beast calms down, then falls into despair, finally realizes that he may have destroyed his chances with Belle. She reaches the stairway and grabs her cloak. She rushes down the stairs, wrapping the cloak around her and bursting past a confused Lumière and Cogsworth] GET, OOOOOOUUUTT!!!!

Lumière: Where are you going?

Belle: Promise or no promise, I can't stay here another minute!

Cogsworth: [Lumière tries to respond, but Belle slams the door behind her. He and Cogsworth both bow their heads in sadness. When Belle outside in the forest on Philippe. She begins to ride through the forest, but Philippe comes to a stop. She looks up and sees the wolves. She gasps, then pulls the reins and begins to flee. She runs from side to side, making the wolves hit the trees (a la Speederbike chase in '''[[Return of the Jedi] Oh, no, wait, please! Please wait! ]). Philippe runs out on a frozen pond, but his and Belle's weight collapse the ice. The wolves chase her into the water. Some begin to drown, but Philippe is able to get out of the water before anything serious happens. He runs into a clears, but becomes surrounded by wolves. He bucks, throws Belle off and wrapped the reins around a tree branch. The wolves begin their attack on Philippe, but Belle comes to his rescue and beats them away with a stick. One wolf grabs the stick in its mouth and breaks half of it off, leaves Belle defenseless. Another leaps at her, grabs the corner of her cloak and dragging her to the ground]

Belle: [She looks up and sees a wolf about to jump on top of her. It leaps and is caught in mid-air by Beast. He throws the wolf away, then stands behind them and Belle. They lunge at each other. One rips a hole in Beast's shoulder, and the others focus their attack on that spot. Finally, Beast throws a wolf against a tree, knocks it out. The others turn and run in fear. Beast turns back to Belle, looks at her despairingly, then collapses. Belle, grateful to be alive, turns back to Philippe and begins to get on, but her conscience takes over, and she walks over to the fallen Beast. Fade to Belle and Philippe walking back to the castle, with Beast on the horse's back. Fade to inside the den, with Belle pouring hot water out of Mrs. Potts. She soaks a rag in the water, then turns to Beast, who is licking his wounds, dampening rag; sees the Beast licking the wound on his arm; the Beast backs away with a growl as the servants start to back away in fear; places the rag on the Beast's wound; the Beast mighty roars in pain and the servants takes cover] No! Here, now. Oh, don't do that. Just hold still.

Beast: THAT HURTS!!!

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

Beast: Well, if you hadn't have run away, this wouldn't have happened.

Belle: 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. Now, hold still. This might sting a little.

Beast: Hmm?

Belle: By the way, thank you, for saving my life.

Beast: You're welcome.

Monsieur D'Arque: [Gaston pulls out a sack of gold and tosses it in front of him. He takes out a piece, scrapes it on his chin and continues] I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night, but they said you'd make it worth my while. Aah, I'm listening.

Gaston: It's like this. I've got my heart set on marrying Belle, but she needs a little persuasion.

LeFou: [butting in] Turned him down flat!

Gaston: Everyone knows her father's a lunatic. He was in here tonight raving about a beast in a castle...

Monsieur D'Arque: Maurice is harmless.

Gaston: The point is, Belle would do anything to keep him from being locked up.

LeFou: Yeah, even marry him!

Monsieur D'Arque: [They both nod in agreement] So you want me to throw her father in the asylum unless she agrees to marry you? Oh, that is despicable. I love it!

Maurice: If no one will help me, then I'll go back alone. I don't care what it takes. I'll find that castle and somehow I'll get her out of there.

Gaston: Belle? Maurice?

LeFou: Oh, well. I guess it's not go to work, after all.

Gaston: [grabs LeFou by his collar and carries him out; throws him into the pile of snow nearby; leaves on a horse wagon] They have to come back sometime. And when they do, we'll be ready for them. LeFou, don't move from that spot, until Belle and her father come home.

LeFou: [hits a wood; a snow falls on him] But... But I... Ah, nuts!

Gaston: [displeased about what happened to him] Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong man! No one says no to Gaston!

LeFou: Heh-heh! Darn right!

Gaston: [throwing his two mugs of beer into the fireplace] Dismissed! Rejected! Publicly Humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear!

LeFou: More beer?

Gaston: [frustratingly turning his chair away from the fireplace] What for? Nothing helps! I'm disgraced.

LeFou: [singing] Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've gotta pull yourself together! Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston / Looking so down in the dumps / Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston

Gaston's buddies: Hooray!

LeFou: [LeFou has pulled a man's belt off, whose pants fall to the ground. LeFou jumps up and wraps the belt around Gaston's neck, who flexes and breaks it off. LeFou continues to dance around. Old cronies pick him up and swing him around] Even when taking your lumps / There's no man in town as admired as you / You're everyone's favorite guy! / Everyone's awed and inspired by you / AND IT'S NOT... VERY HARD! TO SEE WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! / Noooooo, oooone's sllllick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston / No one's next as incredibly thick as Gaston / For there's no man in town half as manly / Perfect, a pure paragon! / You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley / And they'll tell you who's team they'd prefer to be yooooooown!!!!!!

Old Cronies: Noooooo, oooone's been like Gaston, a king-pin like Gaston.

LeFou: No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston.

Gaston: As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!

Old Cronies: [swing LeFou back and forth into the camera. LeFou tickles Gaston's chin, who stands with pride] My, what a guy that Gaston! Give 5 hurrahs, give 12 hip-hips!

LeFou: Gaston is the best and the rest is all drips!

All: Noooooo, oooone, fights like Gaston, douses lights like Gaston.

Stanley: In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Gaston.

Bimbettes: For there's no one as burly and brawny.

Gaston: As you see I've got biceps to spare.

LeFou: Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny.

Gaston: [Gaston fights with the men, then lifts a bench with the Bimbettes on it. He drops the bench on LeFou, then turns to the camera and reveals his hairy chest] That's right! And every last inch of me's covered with hair!

Old Cronies: No one hits like Gaston, matches wits like Gaston.

LeFou: In a spitting match, nobody spits like Gaston!

Gaston: I'm especially good at expectorating! Ptooey!

All: 10 POINTS FOR GASTON!

Gaston: [Gaston juggles a number of eggs, then swallows them whole. LeFou attempts the trick, and is hit in the face by three eggs] When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs. Every morning to help me get LARGE!!! And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs. So I'm roughly the size of a ba-a-a-a-arge!

All: Noooooo, oooone shoots like Gaston, makes those beauts like Gaston.

LeFou: Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston.

Gaston: I use antlers in all of my decorating!

All: My what a guuuuuy! GASTOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!

Maurice: Help! Someone help me!

Tavern Man: Maurice?

Maurice: Please! Please, I need your help! He's got her. He's got her locked in the dungeon.

Tom: Who?

Maurice: Belle. We must go. Not... not a minute to lose!

Gaston: Whoa! Slow down, Maurice. Who's got Belle locked in a dungeon?

Maurice: [Maurice has gone from person to person, pleading his case, until he is thrown at the feet of Gaston. A moment of silence, then the old cronies begin to laugh and mock him] A beast! A horrible, monstrous beast!

Dick: Is it a big beast?

Maurice: Huge!

Stanley: With a long, ugly snout?

Maurice: Hideously ugly!

Walter: And sharp, cruel fangs?

Maurice: Yes, yes. Will you help me?

Gaston: All right, old man. We'll help you out.

Maurice: You will? Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Tom: Crazy old Maurice.

Dick: He's always good for a laugh!

Gaston: [very pensive; singing] Crazy old Maurice, hmm? Crazy old Maurice. Hmm? LeFou, I'm afraid I've been thinking.

LeFou: [singing] A dangerous pastime--

Gaston: [singing; Gaston picks LeFou out from under the chair and holds his head close, and whispers] I know, / But that wacky old coot is Belle's father / And his sanity's only so-so...| Now the wheels in my head have been turning / Since I looked at that loony old man / See I promised myself I'd be married to Belle, / And right now I'm evolving a plan!

Gaston: [whispers] If I...

LeFou: Yes?

Gaston: [whispers] Then I...

LeFou: No, would she?

Gaston: [whispering] ...GUESS!

LeFou: Now I get it!

Gaston and LeFou: [they begin a waltz around the floor as they sings] Let's Go! Noooooo, oooooone, plots like Gaston, takes cheap shots like Gaston.

LeFou: Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston.

Chorus: SO HIS MARRIAGE WE SOON'LL BE Celebra-a-a-ti-i-ing! / My what a guy, GASTOOOOOOOOOON!!!

Maurice: [to no one in particular; Random; ? At the bedroom of the castle where Belle is still crying. There is a 'clink clink clink' at the door. She gets up and walks over to open the door. Mrs. Potts enters with Chip and their entourage] Will no one help me?

Belle: Who is it?

Mrs. Potts: Mrs. Potts, dear. I thought you might like a spot of tea.

Belle: But you...ah...but...I--

Wardrobe: Oof. Careful!

Belle: This is impossible--

Wardrobe: I know it is, but here we are!

Chip: Told you she was pretty, Mama, didn't I?

Mrs. Potts: All right, now, Chip, that'll do. Slowly now. Don't spill.

Belle: Thank you.

Chip: Want to see me do a trick?

Mrs. Potts: Chip?!

Chip: Oops, sorry.

Mrs. Potts: That was a very brave thing you did, my dear.

Wardrobe: We all think so.

Belle: But I've lost my father, my dreams, everything.

Mrs. Potts: Cheer up, child. It'll turn out all right in the end. You'll see. Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table. Chip!

Chip: Bye!

Wardrobe: Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what I've got in my drawers. Oh-ho! How embarrassing. Here we are. Ah! There you are, you'll look ravishing in this one!

Belle: That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner.

Wardrobe: Oh, but you must!

Cogsworth: Dinner is served.

Beast: What's taking so long? I told her to come down. Why isn't she here yet?!

Mrs. Potts: Oh, try to be patient, sir. The girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one day.

Lumière: Uh, master. Have you thought that, perhaps, this girl could be the one to break the spell?

Beast: Of course I have! I'm not a fool.

Lumière: Good! You fall in love with her, she falls in love with you, and - Poof! - the spell is broken! We'll be human again by midnight!

Mrs. Potts: Oh, it's not that easy, Lumière. These things take time.

Lumière: But the rose has already begun to wilt.

Beast: Oh, it's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm... well, look at me!

Mrs. Potts: Oh, you must help her to see past all that.

Beast: I don't know how.

Mrs. Potts: Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up, try to act like a gentleman.

Lumière: Ah yes, when she comes in, give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come. Show me the smile.

Mrs. Potts: But don't frighten the poor girl.

Lumière: Impress her with your rapier wit.

Mrs. Potts: But be gentle.

Lumière: Shower her with compliments.

Mrs. Potts: But be sincere.

Lumière: And above all...

Mrs. Potts and Lumière: You must control your temper!

Lumière: There she is!

Cogsworth: Uh, good evening.

Beast: Well, where is she?

Cogworth: Who? Oh! The girl. Yes, the, ah, girl. Well, actually, she's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being what they are, ew... She's not coming.

Beast: WHAT?!?!

Cogsworth: Oh, dear, Your Grace, Your Eminence! Let's not be hasty!

Beast: I thought I told you to come down to dinner!

Belle: I'm not hungry.

Beast: You come out, or I'll...I'll...I'LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!!!

Lumière: Master, I could be wrong, but that may not be the best way to win the girl's affections.

Cogsworth: Please, attempt to be a gentleman.

Beast: But she is being so difficult!

Mrs. Potts: Gently, gently.

Beast: Will you come down to dinner?

Belle: No!

Beast: Hmm?!

Cogsworth: Uh-uh-uh! Suave. Genteel.

Beast: It would give me great pleasure... if you would join me for dinner.

Cogsworth: Ahem, ahem, we say "please".

Beast: Please.

Belle: No, thank you!

Beast: You can't stay in there forever!

Belle: Yes, I can!

Beast: Fine! Then go ahead and STAAAAARVE!! If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all!

Mrs. Potts: Oh, dear. That didn't go very well at all, did it?

Cogsworth: Lumière, stand watch at the door and inform me at once if there is the slightest change.

Lumière: You can count on me, mon-capitan.

Cogsworth: Well, we might as well go downstairs and start cleaning up.

Beast: I ask nicely, but she refuses! What-What does she want me to do?! Beg?! Show me the girl.

Wardrobe: But the master's really not so bad once you get to know him. Why don't you give him a chance?

Belle: I don't want to get to know him. I don't want to have anything to do with him!

Beast: I'm just fooling myself. She'll never see me as anything but a monster. It's hopeless.

Maurice: But how did you find me?

Belle: Oh, your hands are frozen. I have to get you out of here!

Maurice: You must go!

Belle: Who's done this to you?

Maurice: No time to explain! You must go now!

Belle: I won't leave you!

Beast: What are you doing here?!

Maurice: Run, Belle!

Belle: Who's there? Who are you?

Beast: The master of this castle.

Belle: I've come for my father. Please let him out! Can't you see he's sick?!

Beast: Then he shouldn't have trespassed here!

Belle: But he could die! Please, I'll do anything!

Beast: There's nothing you can do! He's my prisoner!

Belle: Oh, there must be some way I can... Wait! Take me instead.

Beast: YOU... You would... take his place?

Maurice: Belle, no! You don't know what you're doing!

Belle: If I did, would you let him go?

Beast: Yes. But... you must promise to stay here forever!

Belle: Come into the light.

Maurice: No, Belle! I won't let you do this!

Belle: You have my word.

Beast: Done!

Maurice: No, Belle. Listen to me. I'm old, I've lived my life-

Belle: Wait!

Maurice: Belle!

Belle: WAIT!!

Maurice: No, please spare my daughter!

Beast: She's no longer your concern. Take him to the village.

Maurice: Please, let me out, please!

Lumière: Master?

Beast: What?

Lumière: Since the girl is going to be with us for quite some time, I was thinking that you might want to offer her a more comfortable room. Then again, maybe not.

Belle: You didn't even let me say goodbye. I'll never see him again. I didn't get to say goodbye.

Beast: I'll show you to your room.

Belle: My room? But I thought...

Beast: You wanna stay in the tower?

Belle: No.

Beast: Then follow me.

Lumière: Say something to her.

Beast: Hmm? Oh. I hope you like it here. The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing.

Belle: What's in the West...

Beast: It's forbidden! Now, if you need anything, my servants will attend you.

Lumière: Dinner... invite her to dinner.

Beast: You will join me for dinner. That's not a request!

Belle: What is this place?

Belle: Phillipe, please, steady. Papa.

Cogsworth: Couldn't keep quiet, could we? Just had to invite him to stay, didn't we? Serve him tea, sit in the master's chair, pet the pooch.

Lumière: I was trying to be hospitable.

Belle: Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? Papa? Papa, are you here?

Chip: Momma. There's a girl in the castle!

Mrs. Potts: Now, Chip, I won't have you making up such wild stories.

Chip: But really, momma, I saw her.

Mrs. Potts: Not another word. Into the tub.

Featherduster: A girl! I saw a girl in the castle!

Chip: See, I told ya!

Cogsworth: Irresponsible, devil-may-care, waxy eared, slack-jawed--

Belle: Papa?

Lumière: Did you see that? It's a girl!

Cogsworth: I know it's a girl.

Lumière: Don't you see? She's the one. The girl we have been waiting for. She has come to break the spell!

Cogsworth: Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Belle: Papa? Papa? Hello? Is someone here? Wait! I'm looking for my father!

Belle: That's funny, I'm sure there was someone... I-I-Is there anyone here?

Maurice: Belle?

Belle: Oh, Papa!

Belle: [to the chickens; seeing he is, hurried outside, a bucket of chickens feed in her hand; walks of the animals, and feeding the chickens, singing; kicks the buckets, the chickens clucking and goats bleats; Phillipe runs into the open field. Belle looks at him, disturbed that Maurice is not with him.] ...Is he gone? Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless? Madame Gaston, can't you just see it? / Madame Gaston, his little wife. / No, sir, not me, I guarantee it / I want much more than this provincial life. / I want adventure in the great wide somewhere / I want it more than I can tell / And for once it might be grand / To have someone understand / I want so much more than they've got planned

Belle: [Belle unhitches the wagon from Phillipe.] Phillipe! What are you doing here? Where's Papa? Where is he, Phillipe? What happened? Oh, we have to find him, you have to take me to him!

Belle: Gaston, what a pleasant...surprise.

Gaston: [Gaston pauses by a mirror and licks his teeth clean.] Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises. You know, Belle. There's not a girl in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day... This is the day your dreams come true.

Belle: What do you know about my dreams, Gaston?

Gaston: [sits, props muddy boots on Belle's book, kicks them off] Plenty! Here, picture this. A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife, massaging my feet, while the little ones play with the dogs. We'll have 6 or 7 even.

Belle: Dogs?

Gaston: No, Belle! Strapping boys, like me!

Belle: [retrieves book and shelves it] Imagine that.

Gaston: And do you know who that wife will be?

Belle: Let me think.

Gaston: You, Belle!

Belle: I'm speechless! I really don't know what to say.

Gaston: Say you'll marry me!

Belle: [turns the doorknob] I'm very sorry, Gaston, but... ...but I just don't deserve you!

LeFou: So, how'd it go?

Gaston: [picks up LeFou, angrily] I'll have Belle for my wife! Make no mistake about that!

LeFou: Oh.

LeFou: [The pig oinks in agreement] Hmm! Touchy!

LeFou: Heh! Oh boy! Belle's gonna get the surprise of her life, huh Gaston?

Gaston: Yep. This is her lucky day.

Gaston: [chuckles; the male guests laugh and the Bimbettes sob] I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I'd better go in there and... propose to the girl. And you, LeFou. When Belle and I come out that door...

LeFou: Oh, I know! I know! I strike up the band!

Gaston: Not yet!

LeFou: [sticked his lips through the mouthpiece] Sorry.

Maurice: [above them, an owl hoots, adding to the spookiness of the environment; raising his lantern toward a sign with arrows pointing in separate directions, though the writing is faded and unreadable. Philippe snorts, and whinnies to go one fashion, but he pulls his reins in the separate direction; Philippe whinnies and looks at the path Maurice has picked. It is dark and foggy, with many trees forming an archway. Then he looks at the other path, which is much more inviting. Philippe whinnies to go on the safer path, but he pulls him toward the other one; the two continue down the path, albeit slowly due to Philippe, fearing what can be lurking about in the darkness. At that moment, a shadow whisks past them and the sound of wolf howling fills the air, spooking Philippe whinnies; looking at his map; suddenly, the howling becomes louder. Philippe whinnies to back up, afraid of whatever might be around them; but the spooked horse does not stop in time, and bumps into a hollow tree. A flocks of bats swarm out and surround them; Philippe runs off in fear, not noticing where he's going; eventually, his steed stops until he sees where he is; at the edge of a very tall cliff; they back off slowly, yet afraid to an inch of their lives; the howling is now so loud, Philippe whinnying; looks up and sees wolves growling at him. Maurice runs away, being chased by the wolves. He stumbles down a hill, and lands at the gate of a castle. He grabs the locked gate and tries to shake it open] We should be there by now. Maybe we missed a turn. I guess I should have taken...wait a minute. No, let's go this way! Come on, Philippe, it's a shortcut! We'll be there in no time. This can't be right. Where have you taken us, Philippe? We'd better turn around. Whoa. Whoa, boy. Whoa, now. Whoa, Philippe. Look out! No! Whoa! Whoa, boy! Back up! Back up! Back up! Good boy, good boy. That's good, that's–back up! Steady. Steady! Now, steady. Steady. Oh, no, Philippe?! Help! Is... Is someone there? Help!

Maurice: Hello? Hello?

Lumière: [barely whispering] Poor fellow must have lost his way in the woods.

Cogsworth: [also whispering] Keep quiet! Maybe he'll go away.

Maurice: Is someone there?

Cogsworth: Not a word, Lumiere. Not one word!

Maurice: I don't mean to intrude, but I've lost my horse and I need a place to stay for the night.

Lumière: [looking at Cogsworth like a child having just found a lost puppy] Oh, Cogsworth, have a heart.

Cogsworth: [puts hand over Lumière's mouth, who promptly proceeds to touch his lit candle hand to Cogsworth's hand] Shush shush shhhhh! Ow, ow! Ow OW OW OUCH!!!!!

Lumière: Of course, monsieur, you are welcome here.

Maurice: [looking around in confusion] Who said that?

Lumière: [tapping him on the shoulder] Over here!

Maurice: [spins around, pulling Lumière to the other side] Where?

Lumière: [taps Maurice on the side of the head. Maurice looks at Lumière] Hello!

Maurice: [startled, he drops Lumière onto the floor] Oh!!!! Incredible!

Cogsworth: [hopping over] Well, now you've done it, Lumière. Splendid, just peachy--aaarrrgghh!

Maurice: How is this accomplished?

Cogsworth: [Maurice tickles the bottoms of Cogsworth's feet. He laughs. He begins to wind the spring on the back of Cogsworth's head, twisting his face around with the clock hands. Maurice opens the front of Cogsworth and begins to play with his pendulum. Cogsworth slams the door shut on his finger] Put me down! At once! Stop that! Stop that, I say! Sir, close that at once, do you mind!

Maurice: I beg your pardon, it's just that I've never seen a clock that...aah...I mean...aah aah aah-chooo!!!

Lumière: Oh, you are soaked to the bone, monsieur. Come, warm yourself by the fire.

Maurice: Thank you.

Cogsworth: [Beast is watching the action from an overhead walkway, and rushes off as the trio enters the den; Cogsworth tumbles down the steps. Maurice takes a seat in a large chair in front of a roaring fire; Footstool rushes past Cogsworth, barking up a storm] No, no, no, do you know what the master would do if he finds you here. I demand that you stop...right...there! Oh, no, not the master's chair! I'm not seeing this, I'm not seeing this!

Maurice: [as Footstool rushes up to him; Footstool props himself up under the feet of Maurice. Coatrack enters and removes his cloak] Well, hello there, boy. What service!

Cogsworth: All right, this has gone far enough. I'm in charge here...

Mrs. Potts: [arriving by the side of Maurice] How would you like a nice spot of tea, sir? It'll warm you up in no time.

Cogsworth: [from face down position on carpet] No! No tea, no tea!!!

Chip: [as Maurice sips the tea] Ha ha! His mustache tickles, Mama!

Maurice: [startled by the cup] Oh! Hello!

Chip: Uh-oh!

Beast: [first words; growling his words] There's a stranger here.

Lumière: [who has relit his flames] Master, allow me to explain. The gentleman was lost in the woods and he was cold and wet, so...

Cogsworth: [coming out from under a rug; Again, Beast's growl drowns out Cogsworth] Master, I'd like to take this moment to say, I was against this from the start. It was all his fault. I tried to stop them, but would they listen to me? No, no...

Beast: Who are you?! What are you doing here?!

Maurice: I-I-I was lost in the woods and--

Beast: You're not WELCOME HERE!

Maurice: I-I'm...I'm sorry.

Beast: What are you STARING AT?!

Maurice: Nothing.

Beast: [blocks Maurice's way] So...you've come to stare at the BEAST, HAVE YOU?!?!

Maurice: [pleaders] Please! I mean no harm, I just needed a place to stay!

Beast: [picks up Maurice] I'll give you a place to stay!

Maurice: [as the Beast takes him to the tower; door slams] No, no, please! No! No!

Narrator: [first lines] Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

Belle: [singing] Little town, it's a quiet village / Every day, like the one before / Little town, full of little people / Waking up to say?

Townsfolk #1: Bonjour!

Townsfolk #2: Bonjour!

Townsfolk #3: Bonjour!

Townsfolk #4: Bonjour!

Townsfolk #5: Bonjour!

Belle: [singing] There goes the baker with his tray like always / The same old bread and rolls to sell / Every morning just the same / Since the morning that we came / To this poor provincial town...

Baker: Good morning, Belle!

Belle: Morning monsieur!

Baker: Where are you off to?

Belle: The bookshop! I just finished the most wonderful story, about a beanstalk and an ogre and...

Baker: [ignoring her] That's nice...Marie, the baguettes! Hurry up!!

Townsfolk: Look there she goes, that girl is strange no question / Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

Woman #1: Never part of any crowd

Barber: Cause her head's up on some cloud

Townsfolk: No denying she's a funny girl, that Belle!

Driver: Bonjour!

Woman #2: Good day!

Driver: How is your family?

Woman #3: Bonjour!

Merchant: Good day!

Woman #3: How is your wife?

Woman #4: I need six eggs!

Man #1: That's too expensive!

Belle: There must be more than this provincial life!

Bookseller: Ah, Belle!

Belle: Good morning. I've come to return the book I borrowed.

Bookseller: [putting the book back on the shelf] Finished already?

Belle: Oh, I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?

Bookseller: [laughing] Not since yesterday.

Belle: [on ladder of bookshelf] That's all right. I'll borrow... this one.

Bookseller: That one? But you've read it twice!

Belle: [Belle swings off side of ladder, rolling down it's track] Well, it's my favorite! Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!

Bookseller: [handing her the book] Well, if you like it all that much, it's yours!

Belle: But sir!

Bookseller: I insist!

Belle: [leaves bookshop] Well, thank you. Thank you, very much!

Men: [looking in window, then turning to watch her] Look there she goes / That girl is so peculiar! / I wonder if she's feeling well!

Women: With a dreamy far-off look!

Men: And her nose stuck in a book!

All: [Belle sits on the edge of a fountain, singing to the sheep and the washing woman in the background, who leaves] What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle!

Belle: Oh! Isn't this amazing! / It's my favorite part because, you'll see! / Here's where she meets Prince Charming / But she won't discover that it's him til chapter three!

Woman #5: Now it's no wonder that her name means beauty / Her looks have got no parallel!

Merchant: But behind that fair facade / I'm afraid she's rather odd / Very different from the rest of us...

All: She's nothing like the rest of us / Yes different from the rest of us is Belle.

LeFou: [first words] Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Gaston! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!

Gaston: [first words] I know!

LeFou: Huh. No beast alive stands a chance against you...and no girl for that matter!

Gaston: [pointing to Belle] It's true, LeFou, and I've got my sights set on that one!

LeFou: The inventor's daughter?

Gaston: She's the one! The lucky girl I'm going to marry.

LeFou: But she's--

Gaston: The most beautiful girl in town.

LeFou: I know--

Gaston: And that makes her the best. And don't I deserve the best?

LeFou: Well of course, I mean you do, but I mean...

Gaston: [singing; Belle walks by and away] Right from the moment when I met her, saw her / I said she's gorgeous and I fell / Here in town there's only she / Who is beautiful as me / So I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle.

Bimbettes: [Belle walks easily through the crowd of people in the town, Gaston struggles to catch up to her] Look there he goes, isn't he dreamy / Monsieur Gaston, oh he's so cute / Be still my heart, I'm hardly breathing / He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute.

Man #1: Bonjour!

Man #2: Good day!

Man #3: Mais oui!

Woman #1: You call this bacon?

Woman #2: What lovely grapes!

Man #4: Some cheese!

Woman #3: 10 yards!

Man #4: 1 pound!

Gaston: Excuse me!

Man #4: I'll get the knife!

Gaston: Please let me through!

Woman #4: This bread, it's stale!

Man #5: Those fish! They smell!

Man #6: Madame's mistaken!

Belle: [singing] There must be more than this provincial life!

Gaston: [singing; Townsfolk gather around Gaston, and eventually surround him] Just watch I'm going to make Belle my wife!

Chorus: Look there she goes a girl who's strange but special / A most peculiar mademoiselle / It's a pity and a sin / She doesn't quite fit in! / Cause she really is a funny girl! / A beauty but a funny girl / She really is a funny girl! / That Belle!?

Gaston: [song ends; to Bell] Bonjour! Whoa-oh! Hello, Belle.

Belle: [Gaston grabs the book from Belle] Bonjour, Gaston. Gaston, may I have my book, please?

Gaston: How can you read this? There's no pictures!

Belle: Well, some people use their imagination.

Gaston: [tossing book into the mud; The Bimbettes, who are looking on, sighing romantically. Belle has picked up the book and is cleaning off the mud] Belle, it's about time you got your head out of those books, and paid attention to more important things. Like me. The whole town's talking about it. It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking.

Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.

Gaston: [putting his hand around her shoulders] Why, thank you, Belle. What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern, and take a look at my trophies?

Belle: Maybe some other time.

Bimbette #1: What's the matter with her?

Bimbette #2: She's crazy!

Bimbette #3: He's gorgeous.

Belle: Please, Gaston, I can't. I have to get home to help my father. Goodbye.

LeFou: [he and Gaston laugh heartily] Ha ha ha, that crazy old loon, he needs all the help he can get!

Belle: [angrily] Don't you talk about my father that way.

Gaston: [conks LeFou on the head] Yeah, don't talk about her father that way!

Belle: [explosion in background. Gaston and LeFou continue laughing. She rushes home and descends into the basement; coughed] My father's not crazy! He's a genius! Papa?!

Maurice: [Belle coughs again; pulls the barrel off his waist, along with his pants] How on earth did that happen? Doggone it!

Belle: Are you alright, Papa?

Maurice: [kicks the machine] I'm about ready to give up on this hunk of junk!

Belle: You always say that.

Maurice: I mean it this time! I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work!

Belle: [Maurice scoffs] Yes, you will. And you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow. And become a world-famous inventor.

Maurice: You really believe that?

Belle: I always have.

Maurice: Well, what are we waiting for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time. Hand me that... The dog-legged clincher there. So, did you have a good time in town today?

Belle: I got a new book. Papa, do you think I'm odd?

Maurice: My daughter? Odd? Ha! Where would you get an idea like that?

Belle: I don't know. It's just that I'm not sure I fit in here. There's no one I can really talk to.

Maurice: What about that Gaston? He's a handsome fella.

Belle: He's handsome, all right, and rude and conceited and... Oh, Papa, he's not for me.

Maurice: [comes out from under machine] Well, don't you worry. Cause this invention's gonna be the start of a new life for us. I think that's done it. Now, let's give it a try.

Belle: It works!

Maurice: It does? It does!

Belle: You did it! You really did it!

Maurice: Hitch up Philippe, girl. I'm off to the fair!

Belle: Goodbye, Papa! Good luck!

Maurice: Goodbye, Belle, and take care while I'm gone!

Tavern Man: Maurice?

Walter: And sharp, cruel fangs?

Maurice: Hitch up Philippe, girl. I'm off to the fair!

Maurice: If no one will help me, then I'll go back alone. Yes, is that everything? I don't care what it takes. I'll find that castle and somehow, I... I'll get her out of there.

Gaston: What's the matter, Beast? Too kind and gentle to fight back?

Gaston: If I didn't know better, I'd think you had feelings for this monster.

Gaston: Take whatever booty you can find, but remember, the Beast is mine!

Gaston: ['''LeFou''': So, how'd it go?] I'll have Belle for my wife. Make no mistake about that.

Prince Adam/The Beast: ['''Belle''': What's in the West--; growls] The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the west wing. It's forbidden?!

Prince Adam/The Beast: Yes... but you must promise to stay here forever.

Belle: [gasps; she sobs softly, laying her face against his chest] No... no! No, please... Please don't leave me... I love you...

Belle: He's no monster, Gaston. You are!

Belle: That's funny, I'm sure there was someone... I-I-Is there anyone here?

Belle: [enters the gate and sees Maurice's hat on the ground] Phillipe, please, steady. Papa.