La belle et la bête1946

Avenant:
Belle, you weren't made to be a servant. Even the floor longs to be your mirror! You mustn't go on slaving day and night for your sisters.

Belle:
If our father's ships hadn't been lost in the storm, then perhaps I could enjoy myself like them. But we're ruined, Avenant, and I must work.

Avenant:
Why don't your sisters work?

Belle:
My sisters are too beautiful. Their hands are too white.

Avenant:
Belle, you are the most beautiful of all! Look at your hands.

Belle:
Avenant, let go of my hand. Please go. I must finish my work.

Avenant:
I love you. Marry me.

Belle:
No, Avenant, you mustn't speak of that again. It's no use.

Avenant:
You don't like me.

Belle:
It's not that, Avenant.

Avenant:
Well, then?

Belle:
I must remain a maid and stay with father.

Avenant:
I'll carry you away from this stupid life!

Belle:
Let me go!