advertisementGaston: How can you read this? There's no pictures!
Belle: Well, some people use their imagination.

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Gaston: This is the dia 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'm-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!

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Beast: 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...

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Cogsworth: As you can see, the pseudo-façade was stripped away to reveal a inimalist Rococo design. Note the unusual inversed vaulted ceilings.
[as he, Lumiere, and Belle walk past the nights in armor, they turn their heads to follow them]
Cogsworth: 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!"
[notices the kights with their heads turned]
Cogsworth: As you were!
[the kights turn their heads back forward]

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Gaston: If I didn't know better, I'd think you had feelings for this monster.
Belle: He's no monster, Gaston, you are!

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Beast: [pounds on Belle's door yelling] I thought I told you to come down to dinner!
Belle: I'm not hungry!
Beast: [yelling to Belle] You'll come out, or I'll-I'll-I'll break down the door!
Lumiere: Master, I could be wrong, but that might not be the best way to win the girl's affections.
Cogsworth: Please. Attempt to be a gentlemen.
Beast: But, she's being so *difficult*!
Mrs. Potts: Gently... gently...
Beast: [calmly] Will you come down to dinner?
Belle: No!
Beast: [points at door] Hmm?
Cogsworth: Ah-ah-ah, suave, genteel.
Beast: [suavely] It would give me great pleasure...
[tries to hold in his anger]
Beast: if you would cadastrar-se me for dinner.
Cogsworth: [clears throat and mutters] We say please.
Beast: Please?
Belle: No, thank you!
Beast: [yells] You can't stay in there forever!
Belle: Yes, I can!
Beast: [yells] Fine! Then go ahead and *starve!* If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all!
[storms down through the hallway and slams the door behind him]
Mrs. Potts: Well, that didn't go very well at all, did it?

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Prince Adam: Belle... it's me!
[Belle stares into his eyes for a minute]
Belle: It is you!

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Cogsworth: Enchanted? Ha-ha ha-ha! Who said anything about the castelo being enchanted? Ha-ha-ha...
[to Lumiere]
Cogsworth: It was you, wasn't it?

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Lumiere: [trying to prepare the Beast for his jantar with Belle] Voila! Oh, you look so... so...
Beast: [fur done up in curls and bows] Stupid.
Lumiere: Not quite the word I was looking for, but perhaps a - little mais off the top.

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Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.
Gaston: Why thank you, Belle. What would you say if you and I took a walk over to the tavern and took a look at my trophies?
Belle: Maybe some other time.

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Beast: [upon catching Belle in the forbidden west wing] Why did you come here?
Belle: I'm-I'm sorry.
Beast: I warned you never to come here!
Belle: I didn't mean any harm.
Beast: Do you realize what you could have done?
[throws a table]
Belle: [cowering] Please... stop...
Beast: Get out!
Belle: No!
Beast: GET OUT!

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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: [Yelling] 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.
[the Beast reveals himself, Belle gasps and turns away]
Maurice: No, Belle! I won't let you do this!
[Belle looks at him, then rises]
Belle: You have my word.
Beast: Done!

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Villagers: [singing] We don't like what we don't understand, in fact it scares us, and this monster is mysterious at least...

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[first lines]
Narrator: Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his coração desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castelo and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the amargo, amarga cold. Repulsed por her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived por 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 amor in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castelo 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 encantada rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to amor another, and earn her amor in return por 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 amor a beast?

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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-at least... I got to see you... one last time.

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

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Beast: You will cadastrar-se me for dinner!
[screaming]
Beast: That's not a request!

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Featherduster: [to Lumiere] I've been burnt por you before!

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[singing]
Gaston: Lefou, I'm afraid I've been thinking...
Lefou: A dangerous pastime?
Gaston: I know.

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Gaston: [singing] Here in town there's only she, who is beautiful as me, so I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle.

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[Belle is washing the Beast's wounds]
Beast: [roaring] Aaargh! 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.
[presses cloth to wound; the beast growls in pain]
Belle: por the way, thank you for saving my life.
Beast: [stops growling] You're welcome.

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[singing]
Gaston, Lefou: No one plots like Gaston.
Gaston: Takes cheap shots like Gaston.
Lefou: Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston!

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

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Cogsworth: Couldn't keep quiet, could we? Just had to invite him to stay, didn't we?
[imitates Lumiere]
Cogsworth: 'Serve him tea. Sit in the master's chair. Pet the pooch!'
Lumiere: I was trying to be hospitable.

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Lefou: [singing] Gaston is the best, and the rest is all dr-ips!
[accidentally splashes a mug of cerveja on Gaston standing right behind him]

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Belle: [singing] I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it mais than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand... I want so much mais than they've got planned.

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Cogsworth: Well Your Highness, I must say everything is going just swimmingly. I knew you had it in you, ha ha!
Beast: I let her go.
Cogsworth: Yes, yes, splen - You... what? How could you do that?
Beast: I had to.
Cogsworth: Yes, but, but, but... but... why?
Beast: Because... I amor her.

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Gaston: [singing] I use antlers in all of my decorating!

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Beast: Who are you? What are you doing here?
Maurice: I-I-I was lost in the woods, and-and...
Beast: You're not welcome here!
Maurice: I-I-I'm sorry.
Beast: What are you staring at?
Maurice: N-nothing.
Beast: So, you've come to stare at the BEAST, haven't you?
Maurice: Please, I meant no harm. I-I just need a place to stay.
Beast: Then *I'll* give you a place to stay.

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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.

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Cogsworth: [Maurice has opened his door to peek inside] Sir, close that at once! Do you mind?

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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.

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Beast: Oh, it's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm... Well, look at me!
Mrs. Potts: Oh, must help her to see past all that.
Beast: I don't know how.
Mrs. Potts: Well you can start por making yourself mais presentable. Straigten up. Try to act like a gentleman.
[Beast stands up straighter]
Lumiere: Ah, yes. When she comes in give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come, show me the smile.
[Beast gives a big, forced smile]
Mrs. Potts: Don't frighten the poor girl!

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Cogsworth: [shakes Lumiere's hand in truce] Well, Lumiere, old friend. Shall we let bygones be bygones?
Lumiere: 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*.
Lumiere: No, you didn't. *I* told *you*!
Cogsworth: You most certainly did not, you pompous, paraffin-headed peabrain!
Lumiere: En garde, you... you overgrown pocket watch!

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Villagers: [singing] Raise the flag, sing the song, here we come, we're fifty strong, and fifty Frenchmen can't be wrong... Let's kill the Beast!

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Beast: [growling] There's a stranger here.

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Gaston: Were you in amor with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?

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Belle: [singing] Ohhh, isn't this amazing / It's my favorito part because, you'll see / Here's where she meets Prince Charming / But she won't discover that it's him / Till chapter three.

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Villagers: [singing:] It's know no wonder that her name means beauty / her looks have got no parallel / But behind that fair façade / I'm afraid she's rather odd / Very different from the rest of us / She's nothing like the rest of us / Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle.

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Villagers: [singing] 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!

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

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Mrs. Potts: Pardon me, Master...
Beast: Leave me in peace.
Mrs. Potts: But sir, the castelo is under attack!
Villagers: [singing outside and trying to knock the door down] Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!
Lumiere: [All the objects are trying to hold the door closed] This isn't working.
Featherduster: Oh Lumiere. We must do *something*.
Lumiere: Wait, I know!
Villagers: [Still cantar outside] Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!
Mrs. Potts: What should we do, Master?
Beast: It doesn't matter now. Just let them come.

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Additional Voice: [singing] I need 6 eggs.
Additional Voice: That's too expensive!

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Beast: [singing] 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...

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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.

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[giving Beast conselhos on how to impress Belle]
Lumiere: Impress her with your rapier wit.
Mrs. Potts: But be gentle.
Lumiere: chuveiro her with compliments.
Mrs. Potts: But be sincere.
Lumiere: And above all...
Mrs. Potts, Lumiere: You must control your temper!

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[Gaston is face down in a mud wallow after Belle turns down his marriage proposal]
Lefou: So, how did it go?
Gaston: [grabs Lefou] I'll have Belle for my wife! Make no mistake about *that*!
[throws Lefou in the mud]
Lefou: [to the pig] Touchy!
[the pig oinks]

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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]
Monsieur D'Arque: Ah, I'm listening.
Gaston: It's like this: I've got my coração 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]
Monsieur D'Arque: Oh, that is despicable.
[Chuckling]
Monsieur D'Arque: I amor it!

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Lumiere: Master...
Beast: [growling softly] What?
Lumiere: Since the girl is going to be with us for quite some time, I was just thinking - you might want to offer her a mais comfortable room.
Beast: [growls, then walks past]
Lumiere: Then again, maybe not!