[voiceover; first lines] Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar-woman came to the castle, and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away, to reveal a beautiful Enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late... for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return, by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a Beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope... for who could ever learn to love a beast?
[after failing to marry Belle] I'll have Belle for my wife! Make no mistake about that!
[after Maurice was being dragged into the asylum, he approaches Belle] Poor Belle. It's a shame about your father.
[snaps, encouraging the town to kill the Beast] She's as crazy as the old man. The Beast will make off with your children! He'll come after them in the night! We're not safe until his head is mounted on my wall! I say we kill the beast!
Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong man! No one says "no" to Gaston!
Come on out and fight! Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think things she'd want you when she had someone like me?
It's over, Beast! Belle is mine!
[last words before he stabs the Beast after he spared his life, loses his balance, then falls to his death into the moat of the castle] Let me go! Let me go! Please, don't hurt me! I'll do anything! Anything!
Belle: Bonjour, Gaston. [Gaston takes her book] Gaston, may I have my book please?
Gaston: [flicking through the pages of Belle's book] How can you read this? There's no pictures!
Belle: Well, some people use their imagination.
Gaston: [tossing the book aside] Belle, it's about time you got your head out of those books and paid attention to more important things. Like me. The whole town's talking about it. It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting "ideas" and "thinking"--
Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.
Gaston: Why, thank you, Belle! [Belle raises her eyebrows in surprise] What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and take a look at my trophies?
Belle: Maybe some other time.
Bimbette #1: What's wrong with her?
Bimbette #2: She's crazy.
Bimbette #3: He's gorgeous!
Belle: Please, Gaston I can't, I have to get home to help my father. Goodbye.
Lefou: [laughs] That crazy old loon? He needs all the help he can get! [Gaston and Lefou laugh at Belle]
Belle: Don't talk about my father that way!
Gaston: Yeah, don't talk about her father that way! [pounds Lefou's head]
Belle: My father's not crazy, he's a genius! [Belle's house blows and she runs home. Gaston and Lefou continue to laugh. Gaston accidentally slaps Lefou]
Belle: Papa, do you think I'm odd?
Maurice: My daughter, odd? Where would you get an idea like that?
Belle: Oh, I don't know. It's just I'm not sure I fit in here. There's no one I can really talk to.
Gaston: This is the day your dreams come true.
Belle: What do you know about my dreams, Gaston?
Gaston: Plenty! Here, picture this - a rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife massaging my feet, while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs. We'll have six or seven.
Gaston: No, Belle! Strapping boys, like me!
Belle: Imagine that.
Gaston: And do you know who that little wife will be?
Belle: Let me think.
Gaston: You, Belle!
Belle: Gaston, I'm - I'm speechless. I really don't know what to say.
Gaston: Say you'll marry me.
Belle: I'm very sorry, Gaston, but...but I just don't deserve you! [opens a door to make him tumble out]
Beast: There's nothing you can do! He's my prisoner.
Belle: There must be someway I can--wait! Take me instead.
Beast: You? You would... take his place?
Maurice: Belle, no! You don't know what you're doing!
Belle: If I did, would you let him go?
Beast: Yes. But...you must promise to stay here forever.
Gaston: Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong man! No one says "no" to Gaston!
Lefou: Darn right.
Gaston: Dismissed, rejected, publicly humiliated...why, it's more than I can bear!!
Mrs. Potts: Mrs. Potts, dear. [comes in] I thought you might like a spot of tea.
Belle: But you...ah...but...I -- [bumps into Wardrobe]
Wardrobe: Oof. Careful!
Belle: This is impossible --
Wardrobe: I know it is. But here we are!
Chip: I told ya she was pretty, mama, didn't I?
Mrs. Potts: Alright, now, Chip. That'll do. [he slowly hops over to Belle] Slowly, now. Don't spill!
Belle: Thank you. [takes a sip]
Chip: Wanna see me to a trick? [takes a deep breath and blows bubbles]
Mrs. Potts: [admonishingly] Chip?
Chip: [miserably] Oops. Sorry.
Mrs. Potts: [to Belle] That was a very brave thing you did, my dear.
Wardrobe: We all think so.
Belle: But I've lost my father. My dreams. Everything!
Mrs. Potts: Cheer up, child. It'll turn out all right in the end. You'll see. [startled] Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table. Chip!
Chip: [hopping with Mrs. Potts] Bye!
Beast: What's taking so long? I told her to come down. Why isn't she here yet?!
Mrs. Potts: Oh, try to be patient, sir. The girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one day.
Mrs. Potts: You must help her to see past all that.
Beast: I don't know how...
Mrs. Potts: Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up! [the Beast stands up straighter] Try to act like a gentleman.
Lumiere: Ah, yes, when she comes in (and opens the door), give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come, show me the smile!
[the Beast gives a big smile]
Mrs. Potts: But don't frighten the poor girl.
Lumiere: Impress her with your rapier wit.
Mrs. Potts: But be gentle.
Lumiere: Show her with compliments.
Mrs. Potts: But be sincere.
Lumiere: And above all...
Lumiere and Mrs. Potts: ...you must control your temper!
Mrs. Potts: Oh, dear. That didn't go very well at all, did it?
Cogsworth: Lumiere, stand watch at the door and inform me at once if there is the slightest change.
Lumiere: You can count on me, mon capitaine.
Cogsworth: Well, we might as well go downstairs and start cleaning up.
Stove: I work and I slave all day, and for what?! A culinary masterpiece gone to waste.
Mrs. Potts: Oh, stop your grousing. It's been a long night for all of us.
Cogsworth: Well. If you ask me, she was just being stubborn. After all, the master did say please.
Mrs. Potts: But if the master doesn't learn to control that temper, he'll never break the... [Belle walks in]
Cogsworth: [interrupting] Splendid to see you out and about, mademoiselle. I am Cogsworth, head of the household. [leans to kiss, but Lumiere kisses instead] This is Lumiere.
Lumiere: En chante, cherie.
Cogsworth: If there's anything...stop that... that we can... please...to make your stay more comfortable... [Lumiere burns Cogsworth's hand] OWWW!!!
Belle: I am a little hungry.
Mrs. Potts: [excited] You are? [to objects] Hear that? She's hungry! Stoke the fire, break out the silver, wake the china... [they and the Stove begin to work]
Cogsworth: Remember what the master said.
Mrs. Potts: Oh, pish, tosh. I'm not going to let the poor child go hungry.
Cogsworth: Oh, all right. Glass of water, crust of bread, and then --
Lumiere: Cogsworth, I am surprised at you! She's not our prisoner. She's our guest! We must make her feel welcome here. [to Belle] Right this way, mademoiselle.
Cogsworth: Well, keep it down. If the master finds out about this, it will be our necks...
Lumiere: Of course, of course. But what is dinner without a little...music? [hops out. Doors hit Cogsworth, making him fling into a pancake batter]
Cogsworth: [before landing in the batter]MUSIC?!
[The Beast catches Belle in the West Wing]
Beast: Why did you come here?
Belle: I'm sorry.
Beast: I warned you never to come here!
Belle: I didn't mean any harm.
Beast: [now remotely angry] DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?! [smashes a table out of anger]
Belle: Please! Stop!
Beast: GET OUT!!
Beast: [smashes more objects as Belle runs out in absolute terror]GET OUT!!!
[finally calming down, he looks dismayed at his own behavior]
[Belle immediately grabs her cloak, puts it on, and runs out of the castle; with Cogsworth and Lumiere close behind]
Lumiere: Where are you going?
Belle: Promise or no promise, I can't stay here another minute.
Cogsworth: Oh no, wait! Please! Please, wait!
[Belle nurses Beast's wounds in the den after the fight with the wolves; she dips a rag into a small dish of hot water poured by Mrs. Potts]
Belle: Here now. [Beast licks his wounds] Don't do that. [trying to clean his wounds with the rag] Just hold still.
[she applies the rag to the wound, causing Beast to jump back and roar in pain; the objects, who are close by, hide in fear]
Beast: THAT HURTS!
Belle: If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much.
Beast: If you hadn't run away, this wouldn't have happened.
Belle: If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!
Beast: [pauses] Well, YOU shouldn't have been in the West Wing!
Belle: Well then, YOU should learn to control your temper!
[Beast tries to counterpoint, but can't think of anything good; so he bows his head in shame; the objects re-emerge]
Belle: Now, hold still. This might sting a little. [applies the rag to the wound; though Beast winces, he doesn't pull back this time] By the way, thank you for saving my life.
Beast: [looks at Belle, with a surprised, yet gentle look] You're welcome.
[Gaston meets with Monsieur D'Arque, the owner of the insane asylum to at his tavern]
Monsieur D'Arque: I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night, but he said you'd make it worth my while. [Gaston presents him with a bag of money] Ah, I'm listening.
Gaston: It's like this: I've got my heart set on marrying Belle, but she needs a little... persuasion.
Lefou: [chuckles] Turned him down flat. [Gaston hits him]
Gaston: Everyone knows her father's a lunatic. He was in here tonight, raving about a beast in a castle.
Monsieur D'Arque: Maurice is harmless.
Gaston: The point is, Belle would do anything to keep him from being locked up.
Lefou: Yeah, even marry him. [points at Gaston; ducks when Gaston tries to hit him again]
Monsieur D'Arque: So you want me to throw her father into the asylum unless she agrees to marry you? [Lefou nods eagerly] Oh, that is despicable. [chuckling] I love it!
Cogsworth: Right, then, you all know why we're here. We have exactly 12 hours, 36 minutes and 15 seconds to create the most magical, spontaneous romantic atmosphere known to man or beast. [laughs nervously. The objects stare at him for a beat] Right. Need I remind you that as the last petal falls from this rose the spell will never be broken! Very well. You all know your assignments. Half of you to the west wing, half of you to the east wing. The rest of you...come with me! [all the objects leave without him. Sultan barks at runs, making Cogsworth falling]
Lumiere: [getting Cogsworth up] Lighten up, Cogsworth, and let nature take its course.
Mrs. Potts: It's obvious there's a spark between them.
Cogsworth: Yes, but there's no harm in fanning the flames, you know a little.
Belle: [reading Romeo and Juliet] "And there never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
Beast: [smiling] Hmm...could you read it again?
Belle: Why here? Why don't you read it to me?
Beast: Uhh... [he takes the book] Alright. [stutters] I can't.
Belle: [softly] You mean, you never learned?
Beast: I learned a little. It's just been so long.
Belle: Well, here, I'll help you. [flips through the pages] Let's start here.
Lumiere: You don't have time to be timid. You must be bold, daring.
Beast: Bold... daring... [shakes to dry]
Lumiere: There will be music. Romantic candlelight, provided myself, and when the time is right, you confess your love.
Beast: Yes, I -- I con-- no, I can't.
Lumiere: You care for the girl, don't you?
Beast: More than anything.
Lumiere: Well, then you must tell her. [Coatrack combs Beast's hair]Voila! You look so... so...
Beast: [in pig-tails and bows]Stupid.
Lumiere: Not quite ze word I was looking for. Perhaps a little more off the top?
Cogsworth: [appears] Ahem, ahem, ahem. Your lady awaits.
[After Belle sees that her father, Maurice is in trouble]
Beast: [giving Belle the magic mirror] Take it with you, so you'll always have a way to look back, and remember me.
Belle: Thank you for understanding how much he needs me.
Cogsworth: Well, your highness, I must say everything is going just swimmingly. I knew you had it in you!
Beast: I let her go.
Cogsworth: [chuckles] Yes, yes. Splen- [realizes what the Beast just said] You... what?! How could you do that?!
Beast: I had to.
Cogsworth: Yes, b - b - but... why?
Beast: Because... I love her.
Chip: She's going away?
Lumiere: But he was so close.
Mrs. Potts: After all this time, he's finally learning to love.
Lumiere: That's it, then! That should break the spell!
Mrs. Potts: But it's not enough. She has to love him in return.
Cogsworth: Now, it's too late.
Gaston: If I didn't know better, I think you had feelings for this monster.
Belle: He's no monster, Gaston! You are!
Belle: [to Gaston] I won't let you do this!
Gaston: If you're not with us, you're against us!
Belle: I have to warn the beast. This is all my fault. Oh papa, what are we going to do?
Maurice: Now now, we'll think of something.
Cogsworth: I knew it. I knew it was foolish to get our hopes up...
Lumiere: Maybe it would have been better if she had never come at all. [Sultan suddenly starts barking and runs to a window] Could it be?
Mrs. Potts: Is it she?
Lumiere: [they peek to see that is NOT Belle]Sacrebleu! Invaders!
Mrs. Potts: And they have the mirror!
Cogsworth: Warn the master. If it's a fight they want, we'll be ready for them. Who's with me? [doors shut] Aahh!
Mrs. Potts: Pardon me, master.
Beast: Leave me in peace...
Mrs. Potts: But sir, the castle is under attack! What should we do, master?
Beast: It doesn't matter now. Just let them come.
[the Beast and Gaston are fighting on top of the castle; the Beast strikes at Gaston, grabs him and holds him over the edge]
Gaston: Let me go! Let me go! Please... don't hurt me! I'll do anything, anything! [the Beast glares with fury, then his anger slowly melts as he realizes what he's doing. He pulls Gaston back in and close to his face]
Beast: Get out.
[Beast lays dying with Belle at his side; meanwhile, the rose is down to its last petal]
Beast: You... you came back.
Belle: Of course I came back. I couldn't let them.... [hugs the Beast] Oh, this is all my fault. If only I'd gotten here sooner...
Beast: Maybe it's better... it's better this way.
Belle: Don't talk like that. You'll be all right. We're together now. Everything's going to be fine. You'll see.
[knowing better, the Beast reaches up and touches Belle's cheek]
Beast: At least... I got to see you.... one last time.
[his paw falls and his eyes close]
Belle: No. No! Please. Please! Please don't leave me! [Sobs] I love you.
[the last petal falls away, leaving Cogsworth, Lumiere, and Mrs. Potts distraught; suddenly, a magical shower falls around the Beast and Belle, and the Beast rises into the air, turning into a human prince; then he lands on the ground and when he gets up, he turns toward Belle]
The Prince: Belle... it's me.
Belle: [she realizes he's still alive] It is you!
Cogsworth: [shaking Lumiere's hand in truce] Well, Lumiere, old friend. Shall we let bygones be bygones?
Lumiere: Of course, mon ami. I told you she would break ze spell!
Cogsworth: I beg your pardon, old friend, but I believe I told you.
Lumiere: No, you didn't! I told you!
Cogsworth: You most certainly did not, you pompous, paraffin-headed peabrain!
Lumiere: [throws a glove at Cogsworth's face]En garde, you, you overgrown pocket watch!
[The two get in a fight again]
Chip: Are they gonna live happily ever after, mama?
Mrs. Potts: Of course, my dear. Of course.
Chip: [pause] Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?
Well, [originally] when we were planning the big elaborate dance sequence that would include a moving camera craning up to the ceiling on the characters that would really have more of a live action feel to them -- there was always this nagging doubt in our minds that it wasn't going to work at all (laughs). We had sort of a back-up plan just in case, if none of this works we'll just turn off all the lights and Bella and the Beast will be dancing in a little spotlight in a darkened room like an ice skating show (laughs). Fortunately, when we got the first piece of test film back, it was amazingly breathtaking, made a big sigh of relief because we knew it was going to work.
We actually designed all the camera movement first and animated the characters to match that.
We created computer generated stand-ins, the ballroom was sort of a chicken-wire kind of thing and Bella & the Beast were represented by these box and egg sort of things.
You have to make all the same decisions that a live action director would have to make. Everything from where to put the camera to what the emotional tone of the scene is going to be, in addition to answering all the questions about costume design and weather and color and all the numerous elements that go into making the scene. We're there every step of the way from the very first crude character designs and early storyboards to how loud the footsteps of the Beast should be as he's walking across the marble floor. We shepherd the process from beginning to end.