Beauty and the Beast

Gaston: Hello, Belle. Belle: Bonjour, Gaston. [Gaston grabs the book from Belle] 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: Belle, it's about time you got your head out of those books, [tossing book into the mud] and paid attention to more important things. Like me. The whole town's talking about it. [The Bimbettes, who are looking on, yawning. Belle has picked up the book and is cleaning off the mud] 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. LeFo

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We should be there by now. [above them, an owl hoots, adding to the spookiness of the environment] Perhaps we missed a turn. I guess I should have taken...wait a minute. [raising his lantern toward a sign with arrows pointing in separate directions, though the writing is faded and unreadable. Phillipe snorts, and whinnies to go one fashion, but he pulls his reins in the separate direction] No, let's go this way! [Phillipe 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. Phillipe whinnies to go on the safer path, but he pulls him toward the other one] C'mon, Phillipe, it's a shortcut! We'll be there in no time. [the two continue down the path, albeit slowly due to Phillipe, fearing what can be lurking about in the darkness. At that moment, a shadow whisks past them and the sound of howling fills the air, spooking Phillipe whinnies; looking at his map] This can't be r

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The Beast: Who are you?! What are you doing here?! Maurice: I-I-I was lost in the woods and-- The Beast: You're not WELCOME HERE! Maurice: I-I'm...I'm sorry. The Beast: What are you staring at?! Maurice: Nothing. The Beast: So...you've come to stare at the BEAST, HAVE YOU?!?! [blocks Maurice's way] Maurice: [pleaders] Please! I mean no harm, I just needed a place to stay! The Beast: I'll give you a place to stay! [picks up Maurice] Maurice: [as the Beast takes him to the tower] No, no, please! No! No! [door slams]

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Gaston: 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. [chuckles; the male guests laugh and the Bimbettes sob] 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: [sticking his lips through the mouthpiece] Sorry.

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Gaston: This is the day your dreams come true. Belle: What do you know about my dreams, Gaston? Gaston: Plenty. Here, picture this. [sits, props muddy boots on Belle's book, kicks them off] 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: Imagine that. [retrieves book and shelves it] 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: I'm very sorry, Gaston, but... [turns the doorknob] ...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. [throws LeFou into the mud and storms off] LeFou: Hmm. Touchy.

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[to the chickens] ...Is he gone? [seeing he is, hurried outside, a bucket of chickens feed in her hand] Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless? [walks of the animals, and feeding the chickens, singing]

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