Beauty and the Beast

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

Belle:
Well, some people use their imagination.

Gaston:
This is the day your dreams come true.

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

Gaston:
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 on the floor with the dogs... we'll have six or seven.

Belle:
Dogs?

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

Belle:
Imagine that.

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

Belle:
Let me think...

Gaston:
You, Belle!

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

Gaston:
Say you'll marry me!

Belle:
I'm very sorry, Gaston... but... but I just don't deserve you!

Beast:
I want to do something for her... but what?

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

Cogsworth:
As you can see, the psuedo-facade was stripped away to reveal a minimalist rococo design. Note the unusual inverted vaulted ceilings. This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. And, as I always say, "if it's not Baroque, don't fix it!"

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

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

Belle:
Gaston, you are positively primeval.

Gaston:
Why, thank you, Belle.

Narrator:
Once upon a time, in a far away 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 21st 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?

Beast:
You- You came back.

Belle:
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:
At least... I got to see you... one last time.

Chip:
Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?

Beast:
You will join me for dinner!

Beast:
That's not a request!

Gaston:
Lefou, I'm afraid I've been thinking...

Lefou:
A dangerous pastime.

Gaston:
I know.

Gaston:

Lefou:
...takes cheap shots like Gaston...

Gaston:
...plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston!

Gaston:
It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting *ideas*, and *thinking*...

Cogsworth:
Couldn't keep quiet, could we? Just had to invite him to stay, didn't we?

Cogsworth:
"Serve him tea. Sit in the master's chair. Pet the pooch!"

Cogsworth:
Enchanted? He-he ha-ha! Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? Ha-ha-ha...

Cogsworth:
It was you, wasn't it?

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

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

Beast:
You are not welcome here!

Maurice:
I-I'm sorry.

Beast:
What are you staring at?

Maurice:
N-nothing.

Beast:
So, you've come to stare at the Beast, have you?

Maurice:
Please, I meant no harm. I just needed a place to stay.

Beast:
I'll give you a place to stay.

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.

Lumiere:
Ma chère mademoiselle. It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now, we invite to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the dining room proudly presents... your dinner.

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

Belle:
It is you!

Gaston:
Hello, Belle!

Belle:
Bonjour, Gaston. [Gaston takes her book] Gaston, may I have my book, please?

Gaston:
[flipping through the pages of Belle's book] How can you read this? There's no pictures!

Belle:
Well, some people use their imagination.

Gaston:
[tossing the book aside] Belle, it's about time you got your head out of those books and paid attention to more important things. Like me.

[the Bimbettes sigh at Gaston]

Gaston:
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:
Why, thank you, Belle!

[Belle raises her eyebrows in surprise]

Cogsworth:
[after the Beast imprisons Maurice] Couldn't keep quiet, could we? Just had to invite him to stay, didn't we? [imitating Lumiere] "Serve him tea. Sit in ze master's chair. Pet ze pooch!"

Lumiere:
I was trying to be hospitable.

Belle:
[calling] Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? Papa? Papa? Are you here?

Chip:
Mama, there’s a girl in the castle.

Mrs. Potts:
Now, Chip. I’ll not have you making up such wild stories.

Chip:
Really, Mama, 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.

Belle:
Hello? Is someone here? Wait! I’m looking for my father. I... That’s funny. I’m sure there was someone. I-Is anyone here?

Maurice:
Belle!

Belle:
Papa! [Grabs a torch from off the wall]

Maurice:
H-How did you find me?

Belle:
Oh, your hands are like ice. We've got get you out of here.

Maurice:
Belle, I want you to leave this place!

Belle:
Who's done this to you?

Maurice:
No time to explain. You must go. Now!

Belle:
I won’t leave you!

Beast:
[grabs Belle] What are you doing here?!

Maurice:
Run, Belle! [torch goes out]

Belle:
[meeting the Beast for the first time] Who's there? Who are you?!

Beast:
The master of this castle. [growls]

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:
There must be some way I can... wait! [The Beast stops and turns around] Take me instead.

Beast:
[scoffs] You? [considers] 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.

[The Beast steps into the light, revealing himself to Belle. Belle gasps in shock from his appearance, and turns away.]

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

Belle:
[slowly] You have my word.

Beast:
[quickly] Done!

Maurice:
No, Belle, listen to me! I’m old! I've lived my life!

Belle:
Wait!

Maurice:
Belle!

Belle:
Wait!

[Cut to the Beast opening the castle door and dragging Maurice out.]

Maurice:
No, please spare my daughter. Please!

Beast:
She’s no longer your concern.

Lumiere:
Master?

Beast:
What?

Lumiere:
[tactfully] Since the girl is going to be with us for quite some time, I was just thinking - you might want to offer her a more comfortable room.

[The Beast growls and then walks past]

Lumiere:
[nervously] Then again, maybe not!

Belle:
[Sobbing] You didn’t even let me say goodbye.

[The Beast catches Belle in the West Wing]

Beast:
[glaring angrily at Belle] Why did you come here?

Belle:
I'm sorry.

Beast:
I warned you never to come here!

Belle:
I didn't mean any harm.

Beast:
[now completely furious] DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?! [smashes a table out of anger]

Belle:
Please... Stop! No!

Beast yells:
GET OUT! [smashes more objects as Belle runs out in absolute terror] GEEEEEEEEEEET OOOOOOOUUUUUUUT!!!! [finally calming down, he looks ashamed at his own behavior]

[Belle immediately grabs her cloak, puts it on, and runs out of the castle; with Cogsworth and Lumiere close behind]

Lumiere:
Where are you going?

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

Cogsworth:
Oh no, wait! Please! Please, wait...!

[Belle nurses the Beast's wounds in the den after the fight with the wolves; she dips a rag into a small dish of hot water poured by Mrs. Potts]

Belle:
Here now. [the Beast is licking his wounds] Don't do that. [trying to clean his wounds with the rag] Just hold still.

[she applies the rag to the wound, but the Beast jumps back and roars in pain; the objects, who are close by, hide in fear]

Beast:
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! THAT HURTS!!!

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

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

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

Beast:
[pauses; has an idea] Well, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN THE WEST WING!

Belle:
Well, you should learn to control your TEMPER. [The Beast tries to counterpoint, but can't think of anything good; so he bows his head annoyed; the objects re-emerge] Now, hold still. This might sting a little. [applies the rag to the wound; though the Beast winces, he doesn't pull back this time] By the way, thank you for saving my life.

Beast:
[looks at Belle, with a surprised, yet gentle look] You're welcome.

[Gaston meets with Monsieur D'Arque, the owner of the insane asylum to at his tavern]

Monsieur D'Arque:
I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night, but he said you'd make it worth my while. [Gaston presents him with a bag of money] Ah, I'm listening.

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

Lefou:
[chuckles] Turned him down flat! [Gaston hits him]

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! [points at Gaston; ducks when Gaston tries to hit him again]

Monsieur D'Arque:
So you want me to throw her father into the asylum unless she agrees to marry you? [Lefou nods eagerly] Oh, that is despicable. [chuckling evilly] I LOVE IT!

Cogsworth:
Right then, you all know why we're here. We have exactly twelve hours, thirty-six minutes and fifteen seconds to create the most magical, spontaneous, romantic atmosphere known to man or Beast. Hehehe... or Beast. [the servants are confused as crickets chirp in the background; a desk brings up the rose; and Cogsworth wacks the glass jar with his baton] Right. Need I remind you, that if the last petal falls from this rose, THE SPELL... WILL...NEVER...BE... BROKEN. Very well, you all know your assignments. Half of you to the West Wing, half of you to the East Wing, the rest of you, come with me.

[The servants and objects run off, leaving Cogsworth in the dust. Sultan then runs off, causing Cogsworth to tumble down the stairs]

Lumiere:
Oh, lighten up, Cogsworth, and let nature take its course.

Mrs. Potts:
It's obvious there's a spark between them.

Cogsworth:
Yes, yes, but there's no harm in fanning the flames, a little. Besides, they must fall in love tonight if we ever expect to be human again.

Lumiere:
Ah, human again.

Mrs. Potts:
Human again.

Lumiere:
Yes, think of what that means...

Beast:
I let her go.

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

Beast:
I had to.

Cogsworth:
Yes, b-b-but... why?

Beast:
Because... I love her.

Belle:
Can 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 notices the asylum carriage and the mob of villagers outside the house]

Belle:
My father's not crazy!

LeFou:
He was raving like a lunatic! And we all heard him, didn't we?

Villagers:
Yeah!

[Gaston watches smugly from the shadows]

Belle:
No, I won't let you!

Maurice:
[coming outside] Belle?

LeFou:
Maurice! Tell us again, old man. Just how big was the Beast?

Maurice:
He was....enormous, and at least eight....no, more like ten feet--

LeFou:
[laughs] Well, you don't get much crazier than that!

Maurice:
It's true, I tell you!

LeFou:
Get him out of here!

[Two men carry Maurice away]

Maurice:
Let go of me!

Belle:
No, you can't do this!

Gaston:
[shows himself, tutting] Poor Belle. It's a shame about your father.

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

Gaston:
Hmm. 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!

[The Beast and Gaston are fighting on top of the castle; the Beast strikes at Gaston, grabs him and holds him over the edge]

Gaston:
Let me go! Let me go! Please... don't hurt me!! I'll do anything, ANYTHING!!! [the Beast glares with fury, then his anger slowly melts as he realizes that he's sinking to Gaston's level. He pulls Gaston back in and close to his face]

Beast:
[in a calm, but angry manner] GET OUT.

[The Beast lays dying with Belle at his side; meanwhile, the rose is down to its last petal]

Beast:
You... you came back.

Belle:
Of course I came back. I couldn't let them.... [hugs the Beast] 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.

[knowing better, the Beast reaches up and touches Belle's cheek]

Beast:
At least... I got to see you.... one last time.

[his paw falls and his eyes close]

Belle:
No. No! Please! Please! Please don't leave me! [Sobs] I love you.

[the last petal falls away, leaving Cogsworth, Lumiere, 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; then he lands on the ground and when he gets up, he turns toward Belle]

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

Belle:
[she looks into his eyes and recognizes him] It is you!

[last lines]

Chip:
Are they gonna live happily ever after, Mama?

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

Chip:
[pause] Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?

Little town

Gaston:
Not yet!

Lefou:
Sorry!

[angry, now that he found out Belle refuses to join him for dinner]

Beast:
WHAT!!!!!!!?

[Door bangs open and Beast comes running out, with Cogsworth, Lumière and Mrs. Potts giving chase]

Cogsworth:
Your grace! Your eminence! Let's not be hasty!

[Cut to exterior of Belle's room. Beast runs up to it and bangs on the door.]

Beast:
[Yelling] I thought I told you to come down to dinner!

Belle:
[From behind the door] I'm not hungry.

Beast:
You'll come out or I'll...I'll break down the door!

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

Cogsworth:
[pleading] Please! Attempt to be a gentleman.

Beast:
[growing angrier] But she is being so...difficult!

Mrs. Potts:
Gently, gently.

Beast:
[very dejected] Will you come down to dinner?

Belle:
No!

[Beast looks at them, very frustrated.]

Cogsworth:
Suave. Genteel.

Beast:
[Trying to act formal, bowing at the door] It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner.

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

Beast:
[once again dejected] ...please.

Belle:
[Mad at Beast] No, thank you.

Beast:
[furious] You can't stay in there forever!

Belle:
[provokingly] Yes I can!

Beast:
Fine! Then go ahead and STARVE!!!! (To Cogsworth, Lumière and Mrs. Potts) If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all.

[Belle has rejected Gaston for the umpteenth time; cut to interior of tavern]

Gaston:
Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong man. No one says 'no' to Gaston!

Lefou:
Darn right!

Gaston:
Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly humiliated. Why, it's more than I can bear.

[turns chair away]

Lefou:
[Runs in front of him] More beer?

Gaston:
[Turns chair away again] What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.

Lefou:
Who, you? Never. Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together.

Lefou:
[singing] Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston

[cheering from the gallery]

[Lefou turns chair back to forward]

[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. Cronies pick him up and swing him around. Old cronies swing Lefou back and forth into the camera. Lefou tickles Gaston's chin, who stands with pride]

Cronies and Lefou:
No one'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!

Cronies:
My, what a guy that Gaston! Give five hurrahs, give twelve hip-hips.

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

All:
No one fights like Gaston, no one bites like Gaston

Wrestler:
In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Gaston

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

Gaston:
[flexes] As you see I've got biceps to spare

Lefou:
Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny

Gaston:
That's right! And every last bit of me's covered with hair!

[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.]

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! [spits]

All:
Ten points for Gaston! [Gaston plays a chess game with a man, then hits the board, sending it and pieces all over. He takes a bite of leather from the belt once wrapped around his neck, chews it and spits it into a spittoon, which falls and gets stuck on the head of Lefou.]

Gaston:
When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs

[Gaston juggles a number of eggs, then swallows them whole. Lefou attempts the trick, and is hit in the face by three eggs.]

All:
No one 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!

Gaston takes three shots at a beer barrel, which begins leaking into the mugs of onlookers. He returns stomping to his chair, where we see the fireplace surrounded by the heads of the animals he has killed.]

[Fade to the deep forest, night. After a few hours of traveling, it seems obvious that they are lost. Phillipe walks on cautiously, frightened out of his wits]

Maurice:
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 right. Where have you taken us, Phillipe? We'd better turn around. [suddenly, the howling becomes louder. Phillipe whinnies to back up, afraid of whatever might be around them] Woah. Woah, boy. Woah, now. Woah, Phillipe. [but the spooked horse does not stop in time, and bumps into a hollow tree. A flocks of bats swarm out and surround them] Watch out! [Phillipe runs off in fear, not noticing where he's going] Woah! Woah, boy! [eventually, his steed stops until he sees where he is; at the edge of a very tall cliff] Back up! Back up! Back up! [they back off slowly, yet afraid to an inch of their lives] Nice boy, nice boy. That's nice, that's–back up! Easy. Easy! Now, easy. Easy.[the howling is now so loud, Phillipe whinnying] Oh no, Phillipe?! OW! [falls off the wagon train and crashed the lampost] No!

Belle:
[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]

Madame Gaston, can't you just see it?

Madame Gaston, his little wife. [kicks the buckets, the chickens clucking and goats bleats]

No sir, not me, I guarantee it.

I want much more than this provincial life.

[Chip and Mrs. Potts talk as he is being filled with tea, cream, and sugar for Belle]

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

Mrs. Potts:
All right, now, Chip, that'll do. [he hops over to Belle] Slowly now. Don't spill.

Belle:
Thank you.

Chip:
Want to see me do a trick? [takes a deep breath; bubbles foam up over his rim]

Mrs. Potts:
Chip?!

Chip:
[giggles] Oops, sorry.

Mrs. Potts:
[to Belle] 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. [suddenly startled] Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table. Chip!

Chip:
[to Belle, hopping away] Bye!

[the wardrobe approaches Belle]

Wardrobe:
Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what I've got in my drawers. [the doors fly open and moths flutter out. She slams them shut] Oh! How embarrassing. Here we are. [one door opens, the other serves as an arm. It pulls out a pink dress] Ah! There, 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:
[enters, clearing his throat] Dinner is served.

Belle:
[to the chickens] Is he gone? Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless?

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

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

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

Gaston:
I'll have Belle for my wife. Make no mistake about that.

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

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

Gaston:
Come on out and fight! Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?!

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.

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