Gaston: How can you read this? There are no pictures in it!
Belle: Well, some people use their imagination.

[Belle is washing the Beast's wounds]
Beast: [roaring] Grrrrrrr! That hurts!
Belle: If you would hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!
Beast: If you wouldn't have run away, this would never have happened!
Belle: If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!
[Beast sulks.]
Beast: Well YOU shouldn't have been in the West Wing.
Belle: YOU should learn to control your temper. Hold still, this may sting a little.
[Presses cloth to wound]
Belle: By the way, thank you, for saving my life.
Beast: You're welcome.

Lefou: [singing] No one plots like Gaston, takes cheap shots like Gaston, plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston!

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

Belle: What do you know about my dreams, Gaston?
Gaston: Plenty! Picture it... coming home after a hard day... my latest kill roasting over 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! Strapping boys, like me!
Belle: Imagine that.
Gaston: And do you know who that little wife will be, Belle?
Belle: Let me think...
Gaston: You, Belle!
Belle: Gaston... I - I'm speechless... I really don't know what to say...
Gaston: Say you'll marry me!
Belle: I'm truly sorry, Gaston... but I - I just don't deserve you!

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

Cogsworth: This is yet another example of the late neoclassical baroque period. And as I always say, if it's not baroque, don't fix it!

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

Beast: [to Belle] You'll come out or I'll break down the door!
Lumiere: Master, I could be wrong, but that may not be the best way to win the girl's affections.

Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.
Gaston: Why thank you, Belle.

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

Narrator: Once upon a time, in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Belle: Of course I came back. I couldn't let them...Oh this is all my fault. If only I'd gotten here sooner.
Beast: Maybe it's better...it's better this way.
Belle: Don't talk like that. You'll be all right. We're together now, everything's going to be fine. You'll see.
Beast: At least I got to see you one...last time...

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

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

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

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

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