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NARRATOR: Once upon a time,
a beautiful young woman named Belle
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went to live in a strange
and magical castle.
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There, she befriended
the castle's staff of enchanted objects,
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who, like their master,
the Beast, had once been human.
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But now, they were
all living under a spell
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that only the power of love could undo.
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As their friendship grew,
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they hoped that Belle might be the one
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who could learn to love a beast,
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and thus,
release them all from the spell.
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Chandeliera, you look radiant.
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Together, you and Lumiere
will be the perfect light.
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Height, you say!
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And what does our height
got to do with anything?
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Light, Chandeliera. The perfect light.
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What? Well, why didn't you say that
in the first place?
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So, it's to be the two of us, eh?
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Won't that be marvelous?
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Of course, madam.
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And send 20 cords of wood
to the castle.
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(SNORING)
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Send it now, because...
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(GRUNTING)
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Because you say so! Yes, that's it!
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Oh, no, no, no, no. Wait, wait.
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Because you need it!
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Yes, because I need it.
Sincerely and so forth.
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Witherspoon!
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You know the way!
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Dinner is served.
A meal exquisite in every detail.
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As is our company.
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She makes me nervous, Lumiere.
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Why is that?
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She is a woman, master.
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(SIGHS) Tell me how to impress her.
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A kiss of the hand
should serve you well.
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Done properly, it will have
a most charming effect.
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I've been reading
the most wonderful book.
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Well, perhaps you could tell us
all about it at dinner.
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Things have been pleasantly tranquil
with him of late.
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Tranquil?
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Well, I meant only to refer
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to how well you and His Grace
have been getting along.
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(CHUCKLES) Yes, we have.
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Perhaps, well, "tranquil"
isn't quite the right word.
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Calm. Serene. In a word, harmonious.
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That is a good word.
You're a very smart dictionary.
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Allow me to present myself.
Webster, at your service.
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Nice to meet you, Webster.
Won't you join us?
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But of course. For I am, after all,
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Indispensable,
irreplaceable, essentially...
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Mademoiselle, your presence here
this evening
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warms my heart. Huh?
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(SWALLOWS)
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Mademoiselle, you presence
here this evening
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warms my heart.
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(KISSING SOUND)
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Why, thank you.
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(ALL LAUGHING)
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I... I was just telling Cogsworth
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about the most wonderful book.
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It's about a girl
who lives with her stepmother,
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a wicked woman
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who makes her stay
inside and work day and night.
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Of course she becomes terribly lonely.
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Chandeliera, you're bright.
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BELLE: Then one day
an invitation arrives
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-to the royal ball.
-Well, of course.
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I'm exceptionally intelligent.
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Doesn't take a genius to tell you that.
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Your light is too bright.
You'll spoil the mood.
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Boil the food?
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(LAUGHING) Oh, goodness no!
That's the cook's job.
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But the evil stepmother forbids it.
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Not until her work is finished.
Isn't that terrible?
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(GRUNTING)
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Is something wrong?
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It's a little warm in here.
That's all. Please continue.
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I can see my own shadow.
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BELLE: Although
she tries desperately
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-to finish up working...
-Rise up.
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-Wise up?
-BELLE: It's simply too much.
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I won't stand for such insults!
I deserve respect.
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Shush, shush. Both of you.
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You're creating a spectacle.
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BELLE: ...magical powers.
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So the girl tells her fairy godmother
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her predicament about the ball,
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how she can't possibly finish her work,
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and how she has nothing to wear
and no way to get there.
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Excuse me. Open the window.
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But, Your Eminence,
the air could cause a chill.
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Very well. Please continue.
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So you won't believe what
the fairy godmother does.
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She casts a spell
that solves all the girl's problems.
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But there's a catch.
It only lasts until midnight.
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(GROWLING)
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Enough! The window.
Open the window.
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-But...
-Now!
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Opening the window.
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(WIND HOWLING)
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(EXCLAIMING)
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Are you still warm?
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Mmm-hmm.
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(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
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Others are getting cold.
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Perhaps they should leave the room.
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That's not very congenial.
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What?
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Congenial: cordial, pleasant, agreeable.
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(GROWLING)
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And for a definitive defintion...
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I don't have to be... (STAMMERING)
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Well, it's my castle,
and I make the rules!
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Just because it's your castle doesn't
mean you should be rude.
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Rude: offensive, primitive, abrupt...
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(GROWLING)
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I know what it means.
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Webster! Oh, no!
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Oh, you poor thing.
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Dazed, disoriented.
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(GROANING)
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That was an awful thing to do.
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You're acting rude and foolish.
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(ROARING)
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Belle simply refuses to leave her room.
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Well, tell you what we must do.
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We must solicit an apology.
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The master's conduct last night was,
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well, less than exemplary.
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He's not the only one.
Did you see her last night,
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the way she hovered?
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Lumiere, it was not my intention
to outshine you.
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I simply couldn't hear you, my dear.
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(SNIFFLING)
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Couldn't hear! Ha! She's been using
that excuse for years.
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Apologize?
She should apologize to me!
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-Yes, master.
-Of course, master.
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(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
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(GASPING)
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COGSWORTH: Down here.
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You want me to apologize to him?
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I suppose I do own him an apology.
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For calling him rude, I mean.
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So, you'll do it?
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Yes, right after
he apologizes to me first.
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LUMIERE: This must
be put delicately.
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COGSWORTH: Leave it to me.
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So, you see, she has
agreed to apologize,
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(GRUNTING IN PLEASURE)
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yet there's one minor catch, however.
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(LUMIERE AND COGSWORTH
SCREAMING)
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(CRASHING)
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(SHOUTING) I will never apologize!
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(ROARING)
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I'm beginning to wonder if they'll
ever speak to each other again.
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If she does not love him
before the last petal falls,
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we will all be enchanted forever.
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I say we give it more time.
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MRS. POTTS: Oh, no!
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Easy for a clock to say.
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There's certainly no point
in fretting about it here.
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It is up to us, mes amis.
We must act, act now and act fast!
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So, any ideas?
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Well, the boss ought to apologize.
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In a word, yes.
But we can't do it for him.
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Why not?
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(GASPING)
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With deep regret
for my heedless conduct,
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I therefore offer my apology
and beg your forgiveness.
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-Short.
-Sweet.
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Sincere.
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Cogsworth, have you seen Lumiere?
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Yes, but I'm sorry to report
he's avoiding you.
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He just can't find it in his heart
to forgive, I'm afraid.
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And all my own fault.
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No, no, no, no. Don't punish yourself.
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He's too proud for his own good.
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Heavens!
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Oh!
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A letter? Who could it be from?
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I haven't the foggiest.
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Witherspoon!
It came from within the castle.
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It must be from the master.
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It is from him.
The trouble between us is over.
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Just look, mes amis.
What did I tell you?
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Now they will forgive and forget.
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What if they find out it was us?
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Mum's the word.
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-No, don't say a word.
-Huh?
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It's my turn to speak.
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I'm here to apologize.
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You are?
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Your graciousness has put me to shame.
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It has?
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I'm only sorry that it took me so long.
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I want you to know that
I never meant to call you a fool.
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I'm the one who's been foolish
and stubborn and petty
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and unwilling to forgive.
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I'm so happy you came.
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Then you'll forgive me?
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Of course.
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"As the carriage rolled forward,
the girl looked back
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(CRUNCHING AND GROANING)
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"at the flowering farm, then drew
herself up courageously for the
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(CHOMPING)
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"journey ahead."
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Do you like it so far?
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Mmm. Yes. Keep reading.
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"Her childhood held such sweet
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(CHOMPING CONTINUES)
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"memories, which she would
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(CHOMPING AND GULPING)
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"cherish like precious gems."
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(CRUNCHING)
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I'm sorry. It's hard to read
while you eat those.
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But they're my favorite.
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I can read later, if you like.
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Leaving?
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No, I just can't read while you eat.
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Of course you could eat them later.
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(GROANING)
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(GROWLING)
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Very well.
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(ALL SIGHING)
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I must say His Highness
is most considerate this evening.
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Not at all.
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And his temper, so controlled.
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Thank you.
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We wouldn't want you to have to write
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another letter of apology, would we?
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(ALL GASPING)
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What do you mean?
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(GROWLING)
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I was merely referring
to your letter to Belle, master.
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And I must say,
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never have I heard an apology
so eloquently worded...
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I wrote no such letter!
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(GASPS) I don't understand.
Are you taking back your apology?
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It wasn't my letter!
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But I have it.
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Show it to me!
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If you insist.
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It's in my room.
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Webster?
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Hmm?
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MRS. POTTS: For goodness' sake,
come down here.
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Laplume, surely you can
do better than that.
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And, Crane, you're much
too short to be a map. Come over here.
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I want you to know that
I knew of your scheme
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from the start, gentlemen.
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You're in hot water.
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I suggest you boys confess
to what you've done.
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Unless the truth is revealed,
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he and Belle will forever
eye each other with distrust.
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There, written on your stationery.
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With my pen! It's a forgery!
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Surely you're not suggesting
I would do such a thing!
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Master, we have a confession to make.
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The letter was a... Uh...
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Fraud, counterfeit,
sham, fake, a forgery!
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(ALL GASPING)
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I worded it.
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And Crane here...
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Oh!
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Ah!
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(ROARING)
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(SCREAMING)
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(TEETH CHATTERING)
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(GROWLING)
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(YELPING)
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(GROWLING)
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(ECHOING) Where are you?
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(QUIVERING)
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Come out, boys.
We know you're in here.
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I won't hurt you. Explain to me.
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Why would you do such a thing?
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We merely wanted yourself
and our master to speak again.
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(TEETH CHATTERING)
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(WHIMPERING)
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Stand aside.
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Let them go, I beg you.
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They betrayed me.
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Please, I can't bear to see them harmed.
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(SIGHING)
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Very well. I will spare them.
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But if they ever step foot
in this castle again,
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they will have to answer to me.
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LAPLUME: Please!
CRANE: Oh, God!
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But they didn't mean...
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Silence!
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CRANE: You're tearing
my parchment!
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BEAST: And anyone found giving
them comfort will be sorry.
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WEBSTER: Now where do we go?
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LAPLUME: Let us
march forth into town.
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(WHIMPERING) And beg for help.
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This is more than I can bear.
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They can't survive out there.
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There's nothing we can do about it now.
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Hmm.
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(ALL PANTING)
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CRANE: Oh,
me pages have turned.
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Look! Just up there! We made it!
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(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)
We made it! Hooray!
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Oh, we're there! How could we ever
have doubted you?
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It's town! It's really
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town?
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Yes, it is a pity,
but one can hardly blame the master.
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After all, forgery is a crime.
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If anyone committed a crime,
it was me.
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None of this would have happened
if I'd apologized.
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I'm the one who should apologize, dear.
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I knew about the forgery,
but I wanted so desperately
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for you and the master
to forgive each other.
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I must find them. I'll ride
after them bring them back and...
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(GASPS) There they are!
Oh, they look awful.
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No, you can't help them
The master specifically stated...
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Can you beat that?
Town looks just like the castle.
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It is the castle.
And after we walked so far.
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Laplume, Crane, Webster.
Come with me.
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We must get you by the fire.
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LAPLUME:
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
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I'd rather freeze to death
in a wolf's stomach, thank you.
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I'm not going to face the master.
That guy is a beast.
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(WHIMPERING) He'll hurt us.
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I don't think so.
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I'll speak to him. He'll let you stay,
I'm sure of it.
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Because deep down,
he has a good heart.
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We let things get so far out of hand.
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You're the ones
who suffered the most.
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Please forgive me.
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We'd be sorry friends
if we didn't forgive you.
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Oh, thank you.
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If only I could've said
those same words to him.
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Oh, you poor things.
Let's get you inside right away.
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That fire should have you warm
and toasty in no time, gentlemen.
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Good. Still no sign of the master.
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Hopefully, he won't be too upset.
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Upset?
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(LAUGHING)
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I daresay the master could react
far worse than that.
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There. And you won't see me
around when he gets here.
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No, sir! I'll be so far gone...
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(GROWLING)
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I have something to say.
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(ALL WHIMPERING)
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I've been difficult,
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I know, and I'm sorry.
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Please forgive me.
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I forgive you.
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And you, will you forgive me?
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-Oh, yes.
-Yes, of course.
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We all forgive you.
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That was so easy. I feel happy now.
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Happier than I can remember.
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(ALL SIGHING)
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(SIGHING)
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Everyone has been
able to forgive, but me.
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It's not too late
to do something about it, dear.
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MRS. POTTS: We're in
for a treat, Chandeliera.
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Oh, you don't say?
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Laplume, Crane and Webster
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have agreed to tell us all about
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their adventures in the forest.
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And I'm pleased to say
you'll be seeing an old colleague.
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Why would I want to see an old collie?
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Colleague, dear. Colleague.
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We could see the whites of their eyes.
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Hear the ferocious panting
of their fetid,
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carnivorous, lupine breath.
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Still, we ventured
forward into the night,
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for nothing could scare us,
not even vicious wolves!
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(SNEEZES)
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(ALL SCREAMING)
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Oh, excuse me.
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Well, go on.
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Go on. You said you wanted to forgive.
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Give me time.
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Don't tell me. You've come down
to hear better.
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No, Lumiere, I have not.
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So, you admit it!
You lower yourself to burn brighter.
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I lower myself to work more
closely with you.
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Oh?
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We do work well together, don't we?
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Chandeliera, please forgive me.
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Oh, Lumiere!
All you had to do was ask.
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BELLE: Everything
is so peaceful.
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MRS. POTTS:
It just goes to show,
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for every problem there's a solution,
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a solution often expressed
in just a single word.
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Forgiveness:
to put past differences aside.
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It's quite a lovely evening.
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Perhaps you two would like
to venture onto the veranda
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while the rest of us
prepare the hors d'oeuvres.
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Hors d'oeuvres? What hors d'oeuvres?
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Oh, yes, the hors d'oeuvres.
How silly of me. Let's go.
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It's warm now.
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Soon it will be spring.
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Beautiful.
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BELLE: (SINGING) There are times
I think that no one seems to listen
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There are times I think
they listen but don't hear
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There are times I think
they hear but something's missing
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The thoughts behind
the words aren't clear
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So I think they're saying
something they're not saying
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They think I mean something
I don't mean at all
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Do we raise our
voice miscommunicating?
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Or simply say nothing at all?
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Is there another way to say it?
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In a way that can be heard
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Let me see if I can put it into words
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I can hear you
You can hear me
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When we listen with our hearts
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I understand you
You understand me
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That's the place where we can start
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Words of kindness and forgiveness
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Bring us closer, not apart
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When we speak our minds
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And listen with our hearts
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I can hear you
You can hear me
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When we listen with our hearts
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I understand you
You understand me
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That's the place where we can start
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Words of kindness and forgiveness
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Bring us closer, not apart
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When we speak our minds
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And listen with our hearts
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And listen
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With our hearts
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LAPLUME: Mademoiselle,
are you all right?
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You seem dizzy with fever.
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Some things are not
always as they seem
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for I am dizzy with love.
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(GIGGLING)
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Ah...
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This dusting, it's a dirty job, no?
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But someone must do it.
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Come, Fifi, my girl.
Time is of the essence.
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(SNEEZING)
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We must have this room
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spotless.
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(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
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FIFI: Madam?
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Oh!
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Do you know what day tomorrow is?
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(GIGGLING)
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Uh...
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Saturday?
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A Saturday unlike any other,
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for it is the fifth anniversary
of my first date
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with mon cher Lumiere,
the light of my life.
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But I have a problem.
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He surely has marvelous plans
for our evening.
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Well, surely.
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Perhaps I should dye my feathers?
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No doubt he will take me
for a moonlight serenade.
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Or perhaps a quiet
but elegant dinner for two.
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What do you think, mademoiselle?
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I'm sure whatever it is,
it'll be a big surprise.
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What? Our anniversary?
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Of course, I remember
the first anniversary of our fifth date.
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It's next... How's Tuesday sound?
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The fifth anniversary
of your first date is Saturday.
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Oh? Pardonnez-moi.
I must have wax in my ears.
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I thought you said...
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Saturday.
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Goodness no, my child.
That's tomorrow.
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Tomorrow?
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Sacrebleu!
I am, as we say, in hot water.
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She may be expecting
something special.
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But of course! I knew that.
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There is so much to prepare.
I must have flowers.
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I must bathe.
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(SPITTING)
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I must polish.
There must be music, moonlight.
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I will tell her, tell her...
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Oh, no. What shall I tell her?
I must have a speech.
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A speech!
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Fifi, you are so feathery?
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Fifi, words cannot express...
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(GRUNTING)
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My one, my only, my...
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(WIND HOWLING)
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(SNIFFING)
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Oh, my, my!
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(GASPING)
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Fire! Fire! Fire!
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Oh, dear! Chip, get your brothers
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and tell them to fill up first.
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Hurry!
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COGSWORTH: All right, everyone,
please remain calm.
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(SCREAMING)
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All right, single file, people.
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Containers to the front of the line.
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(COGSWORTH CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY)
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Everyone to the front of the line.
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Well, not the flammable ones.
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What?
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COGSWORTH: All right.
People, people.
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COGSWORTH: Urgency, urgency.
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Come with me, Mrs. Potts.
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Oh, but dear, I'm carrying
the master's tea. What will he say?
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Well, what will he say
if the castle burns down?
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(HISSING)
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(ALL CHEERING)
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(SIGHING)
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(SIGHING) You saved us all, my dear.
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All right, show's over.
Nothing to see. Move along now.
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Come, come. Come, come.
Orderly fashion. Briskly, thank you.
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Now then, if I might inquire,
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who was responsible for...
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Madam, there is no way
to thank you except to say
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thank you, thank you, thank you.
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What in the world
were you doing, Lumiere?
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I was working on the speech
I would give to Fifi on our anniversary.
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Speech?
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(CHUCKLES)
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Surely you'll simply say
what's in your heart.
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Madam, you cannot
know much about women.
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(LAUGHS) Monsieur, I know a little.
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Forgive me. I must rehearse.
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(CLEARING THROAT)
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Fifi, your lips are redder than the red
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of the reddest red rose.
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How's it sounding?
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Rehearsed.
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Ah! Impossible!
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Just tell her how you feel.
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But I cannot speak the truth which
is in my heart. She'd never buy it.
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There is no hope.
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Lumiere, how can you say such things?
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For me, words of love flow like water.
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But sincerity? It's honestly impossible.
_________________________________
Then, monsieur, let me help you
_________________________________
find the words to speak your feelings.
_________________________________
You tell me everything
about that first date,
_________________________________
and I'll help you put your deepest,
_________________________________
most honest feelings into words.
_________________________________
You are heaven-sent,
_________________________________
(KISSING)
a beautiful angel from above.
_________________________________
Now let us begin. We cannot do it here.
The little one might see us.
_________________________________
Come, ma cherie. We shall, as they say,
_________________________________
make beautiful music together.
_________________________________
(GASPING)
_________________________________
She pretends to be my friend,
_________________________________
even as she ignites this burning passion
_________________________________
in my beloved Lumiere.
_________________________________
It was a night of magic.
_________________________________
I began with a serenade.
_________________________________
(HUMMING)
_________________________________
(GASPING)
_________________________________
He serenades the awful creature
_________________________________
just as he did me.
_________________________________
Then we walked together into the night.
_________________________________
And they walk just as we walked.
_________________________________
The evening concluded
with a romantic sleigh ride
_________________________________
through the moonlit snow.
_________________________________
That's just how
tomorrow night should be,
_________________________________
and I'll help you make it happen.
_________________________________
(SOBBING)
_________________________________
Now, you must tell me how you
are honestly feeling about her.
_________________________________
I... I was... She... She was...
_________________________________
We... We were...
_________________________________
I cannot!
_________________________________
You can.
_________________________________
Or perhaps it will be easier
if you pretend that I am Fifi.
_________________________________
She has no shame!
_________________________________
Tell me everything you'd tell her.
_________________________________
It... It is so difficult.
_________________________________
I want to. You must know
I want to more than anything.
_________________________________
He weakens under the spell
of the wretched enchantress.
_________________________________
I am ready now. I shall do it.
_________________________________
(GASPS)
_________________________________
Her evil power
is too great for my beloved.
_________________________________
(SOBBING)
_________________________________
Remember, if she sees you,
you don't see her.
_________________________________
I don't know you,
and you don't know me. Is that clear?
_________________________________
Okay, at precisely 9:47,
I want you and your friends...
_________________________________
Lumiere? Where are you going
with that tuba?
_________________________________
What tuba?
_________________________________
Lumiere, weren't you
coming to see me?
_________________________________
My dear, you must remember
things are not always as they seem.
_________________________________
(HUMMING)
_________________________________
(FIFI SOBBING)
_________________________________
Huh?
_________________________________
What's this, then?
Whatever's the matter, dear?
_________________________________
Why the tears?
_________________________________
What tears?
_________________________________
You tell Mrs. Potts what's bothering ya.
_________________________________
I'm sure whatever it is,
it can't be as bad as all that.
_________________________________
But, madam, if you were I,
_________________________________
and you just lost
the man of your dreams,
_________________________________
you would cry, too!
_________________________________
Mademoiselle, if I were you,
I'd have no trouble with men.
_________________________________
But the love of my life is no more,
_________________________________
and I don't know
what to do to get him back.
_________________________________
Mon ami, the male will never respond
_________________________________
unless he has no choice,
unless he feels threatened.
_________________________________
I do not understand, monsieur.
_________________________________
Jealousy! That is the most powerful
of all emotions.
_________________________________
When you make him jealous,
he is in your complete control.
_________________________________
(THANKING IN FRENCH)
_________________________________
When it comes to love,
I wrote the book.
_________________________________
Highly irregular, old chap.
I never heard of such nonsense.
_________________________________
I beg your assistance.
_________________________________
I have a post to man, sir.
_________________________________
Can't just abandon it
for some, some frivolity!
_________________________________
Goes against everything in the book,
don't you know?
_________________________________
Sir, this is for a higher cause.
_________________________________
And this time,
the book is the book of love.
_________________________________
Oh, no! Sentimental hogwash.
_________________________________
Well, so it shall be. I only thought that
_________________________________
this might serve as a grand,
last gesture on your part,
_________________________________
seeing as how the master is looking
_________________________________
to downsize his collection of silver.
_________________________________
Lumiere.
_________________________________
It's something I heard.
_________________________________
I know people in cutlery.
_________________________________
Oh, gadfrey! How's that again?
_________________________________
Mothballing the fleet, you say?
_________________________________
It's true. I have certain connections.
_________________________________
Perhaps certain strings might be pulled.
_________________________________
I am at your service, sir.
_________________________________
(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)
_________________________________
Now, what we must do is...
_________________________________
COGSWORTH: Lumiere!
_________________________________
What's all this dillydallying,
_________________________________
and why hasn't the master's...
_________________________________
Oh, hello. Why hasn't the... Hmm?
_________________________________
Ah-ha!
_________________________________
Monsieur Cogsworth.
_________________________________
(GIGGLING)
_________________________________
Her again! Pretend you do not see.
_________________________________
I have been looking all over for you,
_________________________________
you big hunk of clock, you.
_________________________________
Huh?
_________________________________
(GIGGLING) Have you?
_________________________________
I mean, you have?
Why, young woman?
_________________________________
Because you are so
_________________________________
so, so?
_________________________________
I'm so-so?
_________________________________
Oh, no! You are magnifique.
_________________________________
Oh, so, how you say, full of life.
_________________________________
Cogsworth?
_________________________________
FIFI: Oh, the fashions,
they come,
_________________________________
the fashions, they go.
_________________________________
(WHISTLES) Shh. We must ignore her.
_________________________________
But you, mon cher,
are always up to the minute, no?
_________________________________
(GIGGLING)
_________________________________
Well, I do, it's true.
_________________________________
I try to keep up with the time.
_________________________________
This is getting embarrassing.
We should leave.
_________________________________
So in control, so in charge,
_________________________________
and yet also with the devilish
sense of humor.
_________________________________
What is your secret?
_________________________________
(GIGGLING)
_________________________________
Er...
_________________________________
Well, the... The secret of my
comedy, madam, is timing.
_________________________________
(GIGGLING)
_________________________________
Clock humor.
_________________________________
What is Fifi trying to do?
_________________________________
She's probably just trying
to get out of her duties.
_________________________________
Let's go now.
_________________________________
Now then, this is all very interesting,
_________________________________
madam, I assure you,
but I really must insist...
_________________________________
Oh!
_________________________________
He is impossible!
_________________________________
...that you return
to your duties this minute.
_________________________________
There. Yes, much better.
_________________________________
LUMIERE: Hold still, my friend.
_________________________________
(DRILLING SOUNDS)
_________________________________
Just a bit more.
_________________________________
PUNCH BOWL: Really,
this is quite unusual.
_________________________________
I can assure you it's not
found in the code anywhere.
_________________________________
It's almost done. Only one more
minor adjustment.
_________________________________
Trust me. You will not feel a thing.
_________________________________
Tomorrow night, Lumiere shall proclaim
_________________________________
his love as he's never done before.
_________________________________
Oh, doesn't it sound romantic, Sultan?
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
Ah! Yes, it shall be a night to remember.
_________________________________
A night of nights.
_________________________________
The most perfect and most romantic
of all nights ever.
_________________________________
Think of it, Sultan.
_________________________________
If you help us with this,
you shall be part of history.
_________________________________
No longer will you be treated
like a footrest,
_________________________________
even through you are a footrest.
_________________________________
Oh, thank you, Sultan. You don't
know how happy this make us.
_________________________________
And so, she has triumphed, huh?
_________________________________
And this flirt not only steals my love,
_________________________________
she steals him on the most
important of all nights!
_________________________________
The night with should have been mine!
_________________________________
If I cannot have that joy, no one shall.
_________________________________
Yes, oui, that's it.
_________________________________
Carefully now. Don't cut all
the way through.
_________________________________
Yes, perfect.
_________________________________
(CHUCKLING EVILLY)
_________________________________
Now I have done all I can do.
_________________________________
There is nothing left for me here.
_________________________________
Fifi? Where are you going?
_________________________________
Oh. Nowhere.
_________________________________
Vixen!
_________________________________
I beg your pardon?
_________________________________
Oh. Nothing.
_________________________________
Backstabber!
_________________________________
Ah! There you are, my love.
_________________________________
Lumiere.
_________________________________
Are you ready?
_________________________________
For what?
_________________________________
For the wonderful evening
I have planned for the two of us.
_________________________________
Uh...
_________________________________
Which two?
_________________________________
You and me, of course.
_________________________________
Oh.
_________________________________
It's our anniversary.
_________________________________
Is it? Why, I'd totally forgotten.
_________________________________
Shall we begin?
_________________________________
Oh, Lumiere.
_________________________________
(INSTRUMENTS PLAYING)
_________________________________
(SIGHING)
_________________________________
This'll be a night to remember.
_________________________________
It sure will.
_________________________________
Look at my nervous little dear,
fluttery as a sparrow.
_________________________________
You've always done that to me.
_________________________________
(EXCLAIMS)
_________________________________
Snow is on the ground,
_________________________________
a frigid winter chill is in the air,
_________________________________
and still my sweet feels warm.
_________________________________
You set my very heart aflame.
_________________________________
(GIGGLING)
_________________________________
Relax, my love.
Everything will be all right.
_________________________________
(SIGHING)
_________________________________
Yes, I believe it will.
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
Lumiere. What a fool I've been.
_________________________________
LUMIERE: But a fool for love,
and there is no better kind.
_________________________________
(FIFI SIGHING)
_________________________________
And now, my Fifi, there is
something I wish to tell you.
_________________________________
Yes, Lumiere?
_________________________________
On this most perfect of evenings...
_________________________________
This... This wonderful night with
you and me and... And the moon...
_________________________________
And the sleigh...
_________________________________
(FIFI GASPING)
_________________________________
And the... The... And the moon...
Did I say the moon? And...
_________________________________
Sultan? Where is Sultan?
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________
Huh?
_________________________________
(SCREAMING)
_________________________________
Who is driving this thing?
_________________________________
I was rather hoping you'd know
the answer to that, old chap.
_________________________________
LUMIERE: You must
stop us at once!
_________________________________
Sir, I was designed to serve punch,
_________________________________
not ferry people about in the snow.
_________________________________
Rather new to this, you know.
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
Oh, my brave one, what shall we do?
_________________________________
There is only one thing to do.
_________________________________
We must scream
like bloodless cowards.
_________________________________
(SCREAMING) Help! Help!
_________________________________
-LUMIERE: Help! Help!
-Listen.
_________________________________
It sounds like Lumiere calling for help.
_________________________________
I believe it is. Hmm.
_________________________________
Fancy that. I shouldn't think
he'd need help.
_________________________________
But, Mrs. Potts, he's in trouble.
_________________________________
They're all in trouble! Come, quickly!
_________________________________
Not that way, mon ami!
Any way but that way!
_________________________________
I say, this isn't likely
to end well at all, is it?
_________________________________
Lean to the left, my love!
_________________________________
Oh, my word!
That doesn't look safe at all.
_________________________________
What shall we do now?
_________________________________
Now, I believe we shall perish.
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING)
_________________________________
Fifi! Lumiere!
_________________________________
(ALL SCREAMING)
_________________________________
(CRASHING)
_________________________________
Hold on, Lumiere!
_________________________________
Considering the option,
I have no intention of doing otherwise.
_________________________________
Lumiere, save us!
_________________________________
I would if I could!
_________________________________
Lumiere!
_________________________________
Don't let go, my love.
_________________________________
I have an idea.
_________________________________
This is all my fault.
_________________________________
If only I had trusted you.
_________________________________
You must know I love you
_________________________________
from the very bottom
of my heart, mon cher.
_________________________________
Yes, and I...
_________________________________
Yes?
_________________________________
-I...
-I'm listening.
_________________________________
I...
_________________________________
I am not going anywhere!
_________________________________
Get a tight hold and don't let go.
_________________________________
One moment, if you will.
_________________________________
(GROANING)
_________________________________
Oh, no! My, my! No, no, no!
_________________________________
Well, the words, they escape me.
_________________________________
Tell me, Lumiere!
_________________________________
You... You are my one, my only.
_________________________________
You are heaven-sent,
a beautiful angel who...
_________________________________
Oh, Fifi, plainly and simply, I love you.
_________________________________
You do?
_________________________________
I do.
_________________________________
(ALL SCREAMING)
_________________________________
(ALL CHATTERING)
_________________________________
I'm so glad you're safe.
_________________________________
I'm afraid our anniversary
was far from perfect.
_________________________________
It has been an evening
I shall never forget.
_________________________________
Do you suppose thing'll
be all right now?
_________________________________
I mean, she seems happy.
_________________________________
Sometimes things
are just as they seem.
_________________________________
BEAST: Cogsworth!
Where are you?
_________________________________
Cogsworth!
_________________________________
You, uh, bellowed, sir?
_________________________________
The girl will join me
for lunch tomorrow.
_________________________________
Excellent idea, sir. Perhaps a string
quartet to provide...
_________________________________
-There should be music.
-Lovely touch.
_________________________________
And fresh flowers.
_________________________________
If I have to grow them
in my room overnight.
_________________________________
-I want the best linens.
-Naturally.
_________________________________
-The finest china.
-Goes without saying.
_________________________________
The nicest silver.
_________________________________
Nothing less. De rigueur.
_________________________________
Most certainly.
_________________________________
And my cape is still torn!
_________________________________
(GROANING)
_________________________________
But I... I sent the sewing
basket up a week ago.
_________________________________
I... I've no idea why...
_________________________________
Cogsworth, are you losing
control of your staff?
_________________________________
Me, sir? No, sir! Heavens, no!
_________________________________
See that you don't.
_________________________________
And what does master
wish for his lunch?
_________________________________
Perfection. Nothing less.
_________________________________
(TWITTERING)
_________________________________
WARDROBE: Really,
master's a lovely fellow
_________________________________
if you can overlook a few things.
_________________________________
Like his personality, his appearance,
_________________________________
his manners, personal hygiene,
taste in clothes,
_________________________________
no sense of humor whatsoever
and that breath!
_________________________________
Well, it just...
(SNEEZING BUILDING)
_________________________________
(SNEEZING)
_________________________________
What brought that on?
The only thing I'm allergic to is...
_________________________________
(STAMMERING)
_________________________________
A bird. Look.
_________________________________
Oh, my! Oh, me!
_________________________________
Oh, dear! Oh, the master, he will...
_________________________________
He doesn't care for animals much.
_________________________________
But it's only a tiny bird.
_________________________________
The master likes birds least of all.
_________________________________
You can't be serious.
_________________________________
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
_________________________________
BEAST: Hello?
Are you in there?
_________________________________
Do something with it,
my dear, quickly! Quickly, dear!
_________________________________
Oh, no! Not there, of all places!
_________________________________
If you're there, open the door!
_________________________________
Oh.
_________________________________
What took you so long?
_________________________________
(SNEEZING)
_________________________________
Yeah. Okay, who's wearing cashmere?
_________________________________
There's cashmere in the room.
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
Is it me, or is it really hot in here?
_________________________________
(STAMMERING) The... The...
_________________________________
Yes.
_________________________________
The invitation, master.
_________________________________
Oh, yes.
_________________________________
You're having lunch with me!
_________________________________
-Am I?
-You are.
_________________________________
I am not.
_________________________________
(CLEARING THROAT)
_________________________________
Perhaps the master might be
a bit more gracious.
_________________________________
Why should I?
_________________________________
Yeah, precisely my point.
_________________________________
You... Well, you shouldn't.
She's out of line.
_________________________________
Where was she raised? In a barn?
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
She is new to the castle, sire.
_________________________________
A certain courtesy
might be afforded her.
_________________________________
As always, you're right, Mrs. Potts.
_________________________________
Huh! Apple polisher.
_________________________________
Perhaps you will join me for lunch,
if you have no other plans.
_________________________________
I hardly have plans.
_________________________________
But since you put it that way, I accept.
_________________________________
You see? It's all in the asking.
_________________________________
Mademoiselle will be expected
at exactly 12:00.
_________________________________
Sharp, on the dot, precisely.
_________________________________
(SNIFFING)
_________________________________
What is that smell?
_________________________________
Smell? What smell?
_________________________________
I don't smell any bird. Did I say "bird"?
_________________________________
I mean... Brr! Brr!
_________________________________
Brr! Brr!
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
Is it me, or is it really cold in here?
_________________________________
I know I smell something.
_________________________________
I'm afraid it's this sock drawer.
_________________________________
Yeah, I've been meaning to air it out.
_________________________________
WARDROBE: Oh!
We are talking close!
_________________________________
One more step from the big guy,
and I'd have been history.
_________________________________
Firewood! Life flashing before my eyes.
_________________________________
Heart pumping like mad.
Ooh, what a rush!
_________________________________
What could he possibly
have against a little bird like this?
_________________________________
Well, it's beautiful, lovely and sweet,
everything he's not.
_________________________________
Oh, no. His wing... It's broken.
_________________________________
MRS. POTTS: I thought
something was amiss, miss.
_________________________________
Mrs. Potts!
_________________________________
(STAMMERING) I... That... We...
_________________________________
(WEAK CHUCKLING)
_________________________________
Don't get your drawers
in an uproar, love.
_________________________________
You secret's safe with me.
_________________________________
(BIRD TWITTERING)
_________________________________
Oh, dear thing.
He has had a rough time, hasn't he?
_________________________________
How can we help?
_________________________________
He looks funny with
a stick under his arm.
_________________________________
It's a splint, Chip, to hold the wing
in place while it heals.
_________________________________
(GIGGLING)
His feathers are tickling me.
_________________________________
Are you ready for me yet, dear?
_________________________________
Not too warm, is it?
_________________________________
I've given a bath or two
in my time, love.
_________________________________
She makes me take one most every day,
whether I need it or not.
_________________________________
All right, then. Here we go.
_________________________________
(CHIRPING)
_________________________________
COGSWORTH: Attention. Straighten
that line up. That file is rank.
_________________________________
Ahem. Ahem. Settle down.
Time's wasting.
_________________________________
Now, I suppose you're all wondering
why you're all here today.
_________________________________
Well, you're here
because I summoned you.
_________________________________
Because when Cogsworth speaks,
people listen.
_________________________________
But enough about me,
_________________________________
assuming, of course, there could
ever be enough about me.
_________________________________
Now, as you know,
the master has requested...
_________________________________
(LUMIERE LAUGHING)
_________________________________
Lumiere!
_________________________________
Will you stop chasing her?
_________________________________
That, monsieur, is my one goal in life.
_________________________________
(CLEARS THROAT)
_________________________________
As I was saying...
_________________________________
(METAL CLATTERING)
_________________________________
Do you mind?
_________________________________
Thank you. As I...
_________________________________
That will do! As I...
_________________________________
People! People, people, people! He...
_________________________________
I simply do not understand.
_________________________________
The cutlery's cutting up,
the dishes won't heed my wishes,
_________________________________
even the goose pate won't obey.
_________________________________
There, there, love. Let me help you.
_________________________________
(STEAM WHISTLE BLOWING)
_________________________________
All right then, my dears,
_________________________________
we really must be getting
on with our chores.
_________________________________
The master's having Belle
to lunch, and...
_________________________________
And I will tolerate
nothing less than perfection.
_________________________________
Now, first order of business...
_________________________________
(CLATTERING)
_________________________________
Again!
_________________________________
May I?
_________________________________
Come on, now.
Let's get a move on, shall we?
_________________________________
Dishes to the kitchen for a scrubbing.
_________________________________
Silverware, off you go for a polish.
_________________________________
Linens... Well, let's get
those wrinkles out.
_________________________________
Everyone else, you know what to do.
_________________________________
(STAMMERING) But... But... But I...
_________________________________
Why did they do...
What did you exactly...
_________________________________
It's all in knowing how to talk
to them. Nice and sweet-like.
_________________________________
Nice and sweet, indeed!
_________________________________
It's this mollycoddling which has
made them such a discipline problem.
_________________________________
They need to be brought back
under control. That is what they need.
_________________________________
And I have the firm little hand
that can bring that about.
_________________________________
Where is she?
_________________________________
I don't know, sir.
_________________________________
Well, what time is it?
_________________________________
I don't know, sir.
_________________________________
You don't know?
_________________________________
Of course I know.
_________________________________
I am, after all, as you... A clock.
_________________________________
And it is exactly 12:07 p.m.
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
Perhaps she's still dressing.
_________________________________
Best be a better reason than that.
_________________________________
Now then, are you hungry?
_________________________________
I am hungry!
_________________________________
Perhaps she thought I meant
_________________________________
-12:00 midnight.
-For lunch?
_________________________________
(CHIRPING)
_________________________________
Might I suggest, sire,
that you sit patiently,
_________________________________
perhaps a quick game of solitaire,
and wait for the girl.
_________________________________
I'm going to go get her!
_________________________________
No one but no one pays the least bit
of attention to a word I say.
_________________________________
I'll show them. I shall sit here.
_________________________________
Let them get by
with our me for a while.
_________________________________
Maybe then they'll listen
to a few things...
_________________________________
Are you coming or not?
_________________________________
(SCREAMS)
_________________________________
Right behind you, sire.
Merely stopped to tie my shoes.
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
And since I don't wear shoes,
_________________________________
it took a bit longer than I expected.
_________________________________
Rest is what you need.
_________________________________
What's keeping you?
_________________________________
Oh, yes. I... I forgot all about you.
_________________________________
You forgot?
_________________________________
Well, I...
_________________________________
You see, I...
_________________________________
The truth is, I found a bird today, and...
_________________________________
You found a what?
_________________________________
It's a bird. He was wounded.
_________________________________
That makes no difference!
_________________________________
There are no such creatures
allowed in my castle.
_________________________________
You will get rid of it immediately.
_________________________________
I'll do nothing of the sort.
_________________________________
You'll... Well, of course you...
_________________________________
He needs me. I'm taking care of him.
_________________________________
I bathed him, bandaged him,
fed him and...
_________________________________
You were supposed to eat with me.
_________________________________
He's had a serious injury.
He needs my attention.
_________________________________
I want that bird out of my castle now!
_________________________________
But...
_________________________________
(FEARFUL TWITTERING)
_________________________________
Come back here!
Somebody catch that thing!
_________________________________
Yes, of course, sir. Catching, sir.
_________________________________
Excuse me, sir, excuse me.
I'm... I'm getting it.
_________________________________
No, the your left. No, no, no, no.
Move away.
_________________________________
Over there. Come here.
Let me reach... I can't quite grasp...
_________________________________
(EMBARRASSED CHUCKLE)
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
Leave him alone!
_________________________________
(GROANING)
_________________________________
Oh, no!
_________________________________
Is he all right?
_________________________________
I think so.
_________________________________
Please, please wake up.
_________________________________
Oh, let's don't gather too...
_________________________________
Master!
_________________________________
(CHIRPING)
_________________________________
(GROANING)
_________________________________
BEAST: Oh.
_________________________________
That's beautiful.
_________________________________
I was trying to tell you.
_________________________________
Such a wonderful sound.
_________________________________
(CLEARS THROAT)
_________________________________
The bird must never leave the castle.
_________________________________
I'll keep him in a cage in the parlor.
_________________________________
But he'll be well soon.
_________________________________
He's no longer your concern.
_________________________________
You can't keep him in a cage.
He needs to be free!
_________________________________
He is free to sing for me.
_________________________________
I won't let you.
_________________________________
It is not your place
to talk that way to me.
_________________________________
The bird is mine.
_________________________________
I've spoken, and there's
no more to be said.
_________________________________
I'll be taking lunch in the parlor.
_________________________________
He can't do this.
_________________________________
MRS. POTTS:
Don't lose hope, love.
_________________________________
Once you've lost that,
you've lost everything.
_________________________________
Our luncheon is to be rescheduled
for 1:00 in the...
_________________________________
(CLINKING)
_________________________________
That's it. If you two cannot
cut the mustard,
_________________________________
your services will not be required.
_________________________________
Oh, Cogsworth, they're only young
children, a couple of cutups.
_________________________________
I do not seek your advice.
_________________________________
To the silver drawer
with the both of you.
_________________________________
You are not castle caliber.
_________________________________
Perhaps you'd like to join them.
_________________________________
From now on,
this is how things shall be.
_________________________________
For I, and I alone, am in charge.
_________________________________
What's the matter with you?
Why don't you sing?
_________________________________
Look lively, now. That's it.
_________________________________
I don't have all day. Now, sing.
_________________________________
Perhaps if you sang, sir,
the bird might sing, too.
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Hmm. Yes. That's a good idea.
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You do it.
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You're... Me?
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But I... I'm tone-deaf.
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I know absolutely nothing
about music, except,
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obviously, how to keep time.
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Sing.
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(CLEARS THROAT) Yes, singing.
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(OFF-KEY VOCALIZING)
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That's... That's terrible!
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Enough. Enough!
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Go get Belle.
Your wish is my command.
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Whatever your heart desires,
I will always...
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-BEAST: Go!
-I'm gone.
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(CLEARS THROAT)
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(HUMMING)
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(DISGUSTED SIGH)
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You're never gonna
sing for me, are you?
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(COGSWORTH CLEARING THROAT)
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The master requests your presence
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in the parlor immediately, if not sooner.
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-I'm busy.
-You are?
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Well, be that as it may, madam,
and I doubt if it is,
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you are to come with me
at this moment.
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Oh, very well.
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Why won't you sing for me?
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You're staying in my castle!
The least you can do is sing!
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Why do you yell at the poor thing
as if you own him?
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I command him to sing. Why won't he?
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Because he isn't happy.
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Do you think you'd sing
if you were in a cage?
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He must obey me.
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Why don't you let him out?
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He'd get away.
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Would you blame him?
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I would, too, if...
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If only you'd treat him
with respect, he'll be happy.
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If he's happy, he'll sing.
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No! This bird shall sing
for my pleasure, and mine alone.
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It is my order.
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Your orders, sir,
are words and words alone.
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They have no meaning
to the bird or me!
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(GROWLING) How dare
she speak to me like that?
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(THUNDER RUMBLING)
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(GROWLING)
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(SIGHING)
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Oh! I can hardly see
the spout in front of me face.
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My word, dearie.
What's become of your flame?
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(SIGHS) No light from me
can brighten the black darkness
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which has befallen our castle.
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BELLE: Do you think you'd sing
if you were in a cage?
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(PANICKED CHIRPING)
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(DOORS CRASHING)
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(GASPING)
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BEAST: The time has come.
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(PANICKED CHIRPING)
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We must see if you've healed.
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All right, then.
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You must go free.
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(CHIMING)
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Quiet! Hush! Stop that now!
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Perhaps master should keep
a tighter grip on the creature
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lest it, you know, fly off into the castle.
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That isn't necessary.
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Aha! Knocked the fight
right out of him, eh? Have you?
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No. He stays, because he trusts me.
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Isn't it amazing?
_________________________________
Eh... Mmm-hmm.
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Come, watch.
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Go on now. Fly.
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(TWEETING)
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(LAUGHING)
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(PANICKED CHIRPING)
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(GASPS) Oh, my heavens! No!
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I must save him!
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(GASPING)
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Master!
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(SCREAMING)
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I wonder, if you have the time,
_________________________________
Might you be able to save us as well?
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In a minute, Cogsworth.
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COGSWORTH: Oh, no.
No, no problem, really.
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I wasn't going anywhere...
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I hope!
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BELLE: Mrs. Potts!
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(GRUNTING) Hold on.
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I have no intention of disobeying.
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Ah! Now I remember.
I had meant to have that cape mended.
_________________________________
Cogsworth!
_________________________________
Can you forgive me, my friends?
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I thought I might demand
your respect rather than earn it.
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(MOANING)
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I suppose it's fitting that
I should end up this way,
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alone and helpless.
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(SCREAMING)
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And now, it would seem
my time has run out.
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(SCREAMING)
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My, how time flies.
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Hmm.
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(LAUGHING)
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(CHIRPING)
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Very good! Nicely done.
You're looking wonderful.
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Let me give you a hand.
_________________________________
It's your friend.
_________________________________
Huh?
_________________________________
He's come back.
_________________________________
Ah! Love is most definitely in the air.
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COGSWORTH: And it begins,
Lumiere, with trust,
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with mutual respect,
as I have always said.
_________________________________
All relationships must
be firmly based on that.
_________________________________
One must build on a firm
foundation of trust and respect
_________________________________
in order to flourish and flow,
nourish and grow,
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always attentive
to the needs of the other.
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And honesty, utter honesty, is the...
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