Beauty and the Beast (1991 film)

In a Walt Disney World parade.

Beauty and the Beast in 92 minutes release on IMAX theaters on January 1, 2002 is an American 1991 animated film about a prince cursed to spend his days as a hideous monster who sets out to regain his humanity by earning a young woman's love. It was produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and released by Walt Disney Pictures

Directed by Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise. Written by Linda Woolverton.

Music by Alan Menken and includes "Beauty and the Beast". Written by Howard Ashman and performed by Peabo Bryson and Regina Belle.

The most beautiful love story ever told.

The Narrator

• [Opening voice-over] 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 twenty-first 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?

Belle

• [to the chickens] Is he gone? Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless?
• Phillipe, please, steady. [enters the gate and sees Maurice's hat on the ground] Papa.
• That's funny, I'm sure there was someone... I-I-Is there anyone here?
• He's no monster, Gaston. You are!

Prince Adam/The Beast

• Yes... but you must promise to stay here forever.

Gaston

• [LeFou: So, how'd it go?] I'll have Belle for my wife. Make no mistake about that.
• Take whatever booty you can find, but remember, the Beast is mine!
• I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I'd better go in there and--propose to the girl!
• If I didn't know better, I'd think you had feelings for this monster.
• What's the matter, Beast? Too kind and gentle to fight back?
• Come on out and fight! Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?!

Maurice

• If no one will help me, then I'll go back alone. Yes, is that everything? I don't care what it takes. I'll find that castle and somehow, I... I'll get her out of there.
• Hitch up Philippe, girl. I'm off to the fair!

Dialogue

Narrator: [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 twenty-first 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?

[We have seen a progression of stained glass windows illustrating the narration, as well as Beast shredding his portrait, the camera slowly zooms out from the castle. Belle exits the front door and begins her walk into town]

Belle: [singing] Little town, it's a quiet village / Every day, like the one before / Little town, full of little people / Waking up to say...

Townsfolk #1: Bonjour!

Townsfolk #2: Bonjour!

Townsfolk #3: Bonjour!

Townsfolk #4: Bonjour!

Townsfolk #5: Bonjour!

Belle: [singing] There goes the baker with his tray like always / The same old bread and rolls to sell / Every morning just the same / Since the morning that we came / To this poor provincial town...

Baker: Good morning, Belle!

[Belle jumps over to the bakery]

Belle: Morning monsieur!

Baker: Where are you off to?

Belle: The bookshop! I just finished the most wonderful story, about a beanstalk and an ogre and...

Baker: [ignoring her] That's nice...Marie, the baguettes! Hurry up!!

Townsfolk: Look there she goes, that girl is strange no question / Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

Woman #1: Never part of any crowd

Barber: Cause her head's up on some cloud

Townsfolk: No denying she's a funny girl, that Belle!

[Belle jumps on the back of a wagon and rides through town]

Driver: Bonjour!

Woman #2: Good day!

Driver: How is your family?

Woman #3: Bonjour!

Merchant: Good day!

Woman #3: How is your wife?

Woman #4: I need six eggs!

Man #1: That's too expensive!

Belle: There must be more than this provincial life!

[Belle enters the bookshop]

Bookseller: Ah, Belle!

Belle: Good morning. I've come to return the book I borrowed.

Bookseller: [putting the book back on the shelf] Finished already?

Belle: Oh, I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?

Bookseller: [laughing] Not since yesterday.

Belle: [on ladder of bookshelf] That's all right. I'll borrow... this one.

Bookseller: That one? But you've read it twice!

Belle: Well, it's my favorite! [Belle swings off side of ladder, rolling down it's track] Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!

Bookseller: [handing her the book] Well, if you like it all that much, it's yours!

Belle: But sir!

Bookseller: I insist!

Belle: Well, thank you. Thank you, very much! [leaves bookshop]

Men: [looking in window, then turning to watch her] Look there she goes / That girl is so peculiar! / I wonder if she's feeling well!

Women: With a dreamy far-off look!

Men: And her nose stuck in a book!

All: What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle!

[Belle sits on the edge of a fountain, singing to the sheep and the washing woman in the background, who leaves]

Belle: Oh! Isn't this amazing! / It's my favorite part because, you'll see! / Here's where she meets Prince Charming / But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three!

Woman #5: Now it's no wonder that her name means 'beauty' / Her looks have got no parallel!

Merchant: But behind that fair facade / I'm afraid she's rather odd / Very different from the rest of us...

All: She's nothing like the rest of us / Yes different from the rest of us is Belle.

[Geese flying overhead, one is shot and plummets to the ground. LeFou runs over, holds out the bag, and misses catching the prize. He returns to Gaston]

LeFou: [first words] Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Gaston! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!

Gaston: [first words] I know!

LeFou: Huh. No beast alive stands a chance against you...and no girl for that matter!

Gaston: It's true, LeFou, and I've got my sights set on that one! [pointing to Belle]

LeFou: The inventor's daughter?

Gaston: She's the one! The lucky girl I'm going to marry.

LeFou: But she's--

Gaston: The most beautiful girl in town.

LeFou: I know--

Gaston: And that makes her the best. And don't I deserve the best?

LeFou: Well of course, I mean you do, but I mean...

Gaston: [singing] Right from the moment when I met her, saw her / I said she's gorgeous and I fell / Here in town there's only she [Belle walks by and away] / Who is beautiful as me / So I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle.

Bimbettes: Look there he goes, isn't he dreamy / Monsieur Gaston, oh he's so cute / Be still my heart, I'm hardly breathing / He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute.

[Belle walks easily through the crowd of people in the town, Gaston struggles to catch up to her]

Man #1: Bonjour!

Man #2: Good day!

Man #3: Mais oui!

Woman #1: You call this bacon?

Woman #2: What lovely grapes!

Man #4: Some cheese!

Woman #3: Ten yards!

Man #4: One pound

Gaston: Excuse me!

Man #4: I'll get the knife!

Gaston: Please let me through!

Woman #4: This bread, it's stale!

Man #5: Those fish! They smell!

Man #6: Madame's mistaken!

Belle: [singing] There must be more than this provincial life!

Gaston: [singing] Just watch I'm going to make Belle my wife!

[Townsfolk gather around Gaston, and eventually surround him]

Chorus: Look there she goes a girl who's strange but special / A most peculiar mademoiselle / It's a pity and a sin / She doesn't quite fit in! / 'Cause she really is a funny girl! / A beauty but a funny girl / She really is a funny girl! / That Belle!

---

Gaston: Hello, Belle.

Belle: Bonjour, Gaston. [Gaston grabs the book from Belle] Gaston, may I have my book, please?

Gaston: How can you read this? There's no pictures!

Belle: Well, some people use their imagination.

Gaston: Belle, it's about time you got your head out of those books, [tossing book into the mud] and paid attention to more important things. Like me. The whole town's talking about it. [The Bimbettes, who are looking on, sighing romantically. Belle has picked up the book and is cleaning off the mud] It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking.

Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.

Gaston: [putting his hand around her shoulders] Why, thank you, Belle. 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 the matter 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: Ha ha ha, that crazy old loon, he needs all the help he can get! [he and Gaston laugh heartily]

Belle: [angrily] Don't you talk about my father that way.

Gaston: Yeah, don't talk about her father that way! [conks LeFou on the head]

Belle: My father's not crazy! He's a genius! [explosion in background. Gaston and LeFou continue laughing. She rushes home and descends into the basement; coughed] Papa?!

Maurice: How on earth did that happen? [Belle coughs again] Doggone it! [pulls the barrel off his waist, along with his pants]

Belle: Are you alright, Papa?

Maurice: I'm about ready to give up on this hunk of junk! [kicks the machine]

Belle: You always say that.

Maurice: I mean it this time! I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work!

Belle: Yes, you will. And you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow. [Maurice scoffs] And become a world-famous inventor.

Maurice: You really believe that?

Belle: I always have.

Maurice: Well, what are we waiting for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time. Hand me that... The dog-legged clincher there. So, did you have a good time in town today?

Belle: I got a new book. Papa, do you think I'm odd?

Maurice: My daughter? Odd? Ha! Where would you get an idea like that?

Belle: I don't know. It's just that I'm not sure I fit in here. There's no one I can really talk to.

Maurice: What about that Gaston? He's a handsome fella.

Belle: He's handsome, all right, and rude and conceited and... Oh, Papa, he's not for me.

Maurice: Well, don't you worry. Cause this invention's gonna be the start of a new life for us. [comes out from under machine] I think that's done it. Now, let's give it a try.

[Machine whirs and chops wood, just as it should]

Belle: It works!

Maurice: It does? It does!

Belle: You did it! You really did it!

Maurice: Hitch up Philippe, girl. I'm off to the fair!

[Log strikes him in the head, knocking him out. Fade to later in the day]

Belle: Goodbye, Papa! Good luck!

Maurice: Goodbye, Belle, and take care while I'm gone!

---

[Fade to the deep forest, night. After a few hours of traveling, it seems obvious that they are lost, after Belle plays the violin. Philippe walks on cautiously, frightened out of his wits]

Maurice: We should be there by now. [above them, an owl hoots, adding to the spookiness of the environment] Maybe we missed a turn. I guess I should have taken...wait a minute. [raising his lantern toward a sign with arrows pointing in separate directions, though the writing is faded and unreadable. Philippe snorts, and whinnies to go one fashion, but he pulls his reins in the separate direction] No, let's go this way! [Philippe whinnies and looks at the path Maurice has picked. It is dark and foggy, with many trees forming an archway. Then he looks at the other path, which is much more inviting. Philippe whinnies to go on the safer path, but he pulls him toward the other one] Come on, Philippe, it's a shortcut! We'll be there in no time. [the two continue down the path, albeit slowly due to Philippe, fearing what can be lurking about in the darkness. At that moment, a shadow whisks past them and the sound of howling fills the air, spooking Philippe whinnies; looking at his map] This can't be right. Where have you taken us, Philippe? We'd better turn around. [suddenly, the howling becomes louder. Philippe whinnies to back up, afraid of whatever might be around them] Whoa. Whoa, boy. Whoa, now. Whoa, Philippe. [but the spooked horse does not stop in time, and bumps into a hollow tree. A flocks of bats swarm out and surround them] Look out! No! [Philippe runs off in fear, not noticing where he's going] Whoa! Whoa, boy! [eventually, his steed stops until he sees where he is; at the edge of a very tall cliff] Back up! Back up! Back up! [they back off slowly, yet afraid to an inch of their lives] Good boy, good boy. That's good, that's–back up! Steady. Steady! Now, steady. Steady. [the howling is now so loud, Philippe whinnying] Oh, no, Philippe?! [looks up and sees wolves growling at him. Maurice runs away, being chased by the wolves. He stumbles down a hill, and lands at the gate of a castle. He grabs the locked gate and tries to shake it open] Help! Is... Is someone there? Help!

[The gate opens, and Maurice runs in. He slams the gate in the faces of the wolves. Leaving his hat on the ground as the rain begins to fall, Maurice runs to the castle and bangs on the door. It creaks open and he enters, cautiously]

Maurice: Hello? Hello?

[Watching from a table near the entrance are Lumière and Cogsworth]

Lumière: [barely whispering] Poor fellow must have lost his way in the woods.

Cogsworth: [also whispering] Keep quiet! Maybe he'll go away.

Maurice: Is someone there?

Cogsworth: Not a word, Lumiere. Not one word!

Maurice: I don't mean to intrude, but I've lost my horse and I need a place to stay for the night.

Lumière: [looking at Cogsworth like a child having just found a lost puppy] Oh, Cogsworth, have a heart.

Cogsworth: Shush shush shhhhh! [puts hand over Lumière's mouth, who promptly proceeds to touch his lit candle hand to Cogsworth's hand] Ow, ow! Ow OW OW OUCH!!!!!

Lumière: Of course, monsieur, you are welcome here.

Maurice: [looking around in confusion] Who said that?

[He picks up the candlestick for light, not realizing that the speaker is in his hand]

Lumière: [tapping him on the shoulder] Over here!

Maurice: [spins around, pulling Lumière to the other side] Where?

Lumière: [taps Maurice on the side of the head. Maurice looks at Lumière] Hello!

Maurice: Oh!!!! [startled, he drops Lumière onto the floor] Incredible!

Cogsworth: [hopping over] Well, now you've done it, Lumière. Splendid, just peachy--aaarrrgghh!

[Maurice picks up Cogsworth]

Maurice: How is this accomplished?

[He fiddles with Cogsworth]

Cogsworth: Put me down! At once! [Maurice tickles the bottoms of Cogsworth's feet. He laughs. He begins to wind the spring on the back of Cogsworth's head, twisting his face around with the clock hands. Maurice opens the front of Cogsworth and begins to play with his pendulum. Cogsworth slams the door shut on his finger] Stop that! Stop that, I say! Sir, close that at once, do you mind!

Maurice: I beg your pardon, it's just that I've never seen a clock that...aah...I mean...aah aah aah-chooo!!!

[Maurice sneezes in the face of Cogsworth, who proceeds to wipe his face off using his clock hands in a very anachronistic windshield wiper manner. Maurice sniffles, indicating the cold he has caught from being in the rain]

Lumière: Oh, you are soaked to the bone, monsieur. Come, warm yourself by the fire.

Maurice: Thank you.

[Lumière and Maurice head towards the den, with Cogsworth running after them]

Cogsworth: No, no, no, do you know what the master would do if he finds you here. [Beast is watching the action from an overhead walkway, and rushes off as the trio enters the den] I demand that you stop...right...there! [Cogsworth tumbles down the steps. Maurice takes a seat in a large chair in front of a roaring fire] Oh, no, not the master's chair! [Footstool rushes past Cogsworth, barking up a storm] I'm not seeing this, I'm not seeing this!

Maurice: [as Footstool rushes up to him] Well, hello there, boy. [Footstool props himself up under the feet of Maurice. Coatrack enters and removes his cloak] What service!

Cogsworth: All right, this has gone far enough. I'm in charge here...

[Cogsworth is run over by the (once again) anachronistic IndyCar sounding teacart of Mrs. Potts]

Mrs. Potts: [arriving by the side of Maurice] How would you like a nice spot of tea, sir? It'll warm you up in no time.

[Mrs. Potts pours tea into cup, Chip, which hops over into Maurice's open hand]

Cogsworth: [from face down position on carpet] No! No tea, no tea!!!

Chip: [as Maurice sips the tea] Ha ha! His mustache tickles, Mama!

Maurice: [startled by the cup] Oh! Hello!

[The door to the den slams open and a strong gust of wind blows into the room, extinguishing Lumière's flames and the fire in the fireplace. Cogsworth dives for cover. Mrs. Potts begins to shake. Chip jumps back onto the tea cart and takes refuge from behind his mother]

Chip: Uh-oh!

[Beast enters. We see him in full for the first time. He is on all fours. He looks around in the darkness]

Beast: [first words; growling his words] There's a stranger here.

Lumière: [who has relit his flames] Master, allow me to explain.

---

[After the Beast barges in to see Maurice getting settled in the castle]

Beast: Who are you?! What are you doing here?!

Maurice: I-I-I was lost in the woods and--

Beast: You're not WELCOME HERE!

Maurice: I-I'm...I'm sorry.

Beast: What are you staring at?!

Maurice: Nothing.

Beast: So...you've come to stare at the BEAST, HAVE YOU?!?! [blocks Maurice's way]

Maurice: [pleaders] Please! I mean no harm, I just needed a place to stay!

Beast: I'll give you a place to stay! [picks up Maurice]

Maurice: [as the Beast takes him to the tower] No, no, please! No! No! [door slams]

---

Gaston: I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I'd better go in there and... propose to the girl. [chuckles; the male guests laugh and the Bimbettes sob] And you, LeFou. When Belle and I come out that door...

LeFou: Oh, I know! I know! I strike up the band!

[The band plays "Here Comes the Bride," loud and fast, until Gaston rams a tuba down on LeFou's head]

Gaston: Not yet!

LeFou: [sticking his lips through the mouthpiece] Sorry.

---

Gaston: This is the day your dreams come true.

Belle: What do you know about my dreams, Gaston?

Gaston: Plenty! Here, picture this. [sits, props muddy boots on Belle's book, kicks them off] A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife, massaging my feet, while the little ones play with the dogs. We'll have 6 or 7 even.

Belle: Dogs?

Gaston: No, Belle! Strapping boys, like me!

Belle: Imagine that. [retrieves book and shelves it]

Gaston: And do you know who that wife will be?

Belle: Let me think.

Gaston: You, Belle!

Belle: I'm speechless! I really don't know what to say.

Gaston: Say you'll marry me!

Belle: I'm very sorry, Gaston, but... [turns the doorknob] ...but I just don't deserve you!

[She opens the door; he stumbles out and she throws his boots after him before closing it. Gaston lands in a pig's mud wallow as LeFou conducts the band in "Here Comes the Bride"]

LeFou: So, how'd it go?

Gaston: [picks up LeFou, angrily] I'll have Belle for my wife! Make no mistake about that!

LeFou: Oh.

[throws LeFou into the mud and storms off]

LeFou: Hmm! Touchy! [The pig oinks in agreement]

---

Belle: [to the chickens] ...Is he gone? [seeing he is, hurried outside, a bucket of chickens feed in her hand] Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless? [walks of the animals, and feeding the chickens, singing] Madame Gaston, can't you just see it? / Madame Gaston, his little wife. [kicks the buckets, the chickens clucking and goats bleats] / No, sir, not me, I guarantee it / I want much more than this provincial life.

---

[Belle has slipped into the Beast's castle and found Maurice locked in a cell]

Maurice: But how did you find me?

Belle: Oh, your hands are frozen. I have to get you out of here!

Maurice: You must to go!

Belle: Who's done this to you?

Maurice: No time to explain! You must go now!

Belle: I won't leave you!

[The Beast whirls Belle around to face him, causing her to drop her torch; it goes out, leaving the room in near-darkness]

Beast: What are you doing here?!

Maurice: Run, Belle!

Belle: Who's there? Who are you?

Beast: The master of this castle.

Belle: I've come for my father. Please let him out! Can't you see, he's sick?!

Beast: Then, he shouldn't have trespassed here!

Belle: But he could die! Please, I'll do anything!

Beast: There's nothing you can do! He's my prisoner!

Belle: [to herself] Oh, there must be some way I can... [to the Beast] Wait! Take me instead.

Beast: YOU... [realizing what Belle is sayin'] You would... take his place?

Maurice: Belle, no! You don't know what you're doing!

Belle: If I did, would you let him go?

Beast: Yes. But... you must promise to stay here forever!

Belle: Come into the light.

[The Beast moves into a patch cast by a skylight; she recoils at his appearance]

Maurice: No, Belle! I won't let you do this!

Belle: [walks toward the Beast] You have my word.

Beast: Done. [Belle collapses to the floor with her head in her hands; the Beast opens Maurice's cell and he rushes to her]

Maurice: [to Belle] No, Belle. Listen to me. I'm old, I've lived my life- [The Beast drags him downstairs]

Belle: Wait!

Maurice: Belle!

Belle: WAIT!!

Maurice: [being dragged toward the Palanquin] No, please spare my daughter!

Beast: She's no longer your concern. [to Palanquin, throwing Maurice inside] Take him to the village.

[It scuttles off like a spider]

Maurice: Please, let me out, please! [Belle, now locked in the cell by the Beast, looks out the window at the departing Palanquin and begins to cry]

---

Gaston: [displeased about what happened to him] Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong man! No one says no to Gaston!

LeFou: Heh-heh! Darn right!

Gaston: Dismissed! Rejected! Publicly Humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear! [throwing his two mugs of beer into the fireplace]

LeFou: More beer?

Gaston: [frustratingly turning his chair away from the fireplace] What for? Nothing helps! I'm disgraced.

LeFou: Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've gotta pull yourself together! [singing] Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston / Looking so down in the dumps / Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston / Even when taking your lumps...| There's no man in town as admired as you / You're everyone's favorite guy / Everyone's awed and inspired by you / And it's not very hard to see why!| No one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston / No one's next as incredibly thick as Gaston / For there's no man in town half as manly / Perfect, a pure paragon! / You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley / And they'll tell you who's team they'd prefer to be on!

[LeFou has pulled a man's belt off, whose pants fall to the ground. LeFou jumps up and wraps the belt around Gaston's neck, who flexes and breaks it off. LeFou continues to dance around. Old cronies pick him up and swing him around]

Old Cronies: No one's been like Gaston, a king-pin like Gaston.

LeFou: No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston.

Gaston: As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!

Old Cronies: My, what a guy that Gaston! [swing LeFou back and forth into the camera. LeFou tickles Gaston's chin, who stands with pride] Give five hurrahs, give twelve hip-hips

LeFou: Gaston is the best and the rest is all drips!

[LeFou swings up his arm in dance and throws a mug of beer in Gaston's face, who socks LeFou in the face]

All: No one fights like Gaston, douses lights like Gaston.

Stanley: In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Gaston.

Bimbettes: For there's no one as burly and brawny.

Gaston: As you see I've got biceps to spare.

LeFou: Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny.

Gaston: That's right! And every last inch of me's covered with hair!

[Gaston fights with the men, then lifts a bench with the Bimbettes on it. He drops the bench on LeFou, then turns to the camera and reveals his hairy chest]

Old Cornies: No one hits like Gaston, matches wits like Gaston.

LeFou: In a spitting match, nobody spits like Gaston!

Gaston: I'm especially good at expectorating! Ptooey!

All: Ten points for Gaston!

[Gaston plays a chess game with a man, then hits the board, sending it and pieces all over. He takes a bite of leather from the belt once wrapped around his neck, chews it and spits it into a spittoon, which falls and gets stuck on the head of LeFou]

Gaston: When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs. Every morning to help me get large! And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs. So I'm roughly the size of a barge!

[Gaston juggles a number of eggs, then swallows them whole. LeFou attempts the trick, and is hit in the face by three eggs]

All: No one shoots like Gaston, makes those beauts like Gaston.

LeFou: Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston.

Gaston: I use antlers in all of my decorating!

[Gaston takes three shots at a beer barrel, which begins leaking into the mugs of onlookers. He returns stomping to his chair, where we see the fireplace surrounded by the heads of the animals he has killed. The mystery cut of music is here! Cut to ending of "Gaston Reprise"]

All: My what a guy! Gaston!!!!!!!

[The old cronies have picked up the chair and carry Gaston around in it. LeFou tries to flee, but they toss the chair into its normal place, and LeFou is pinned underneath. Maurice bursts in frantically]

Maurice: Help! Someone help me!

Tavern Man: Maurice?

Maurice: Please! Please, I need your help! He's got her. He's got her locked in the dungeon.

Tom: Who?

Maurice: Belle. We must go. Not... not a minute to lose!

Gaston: Whoa! Slow down, Maurice. Who's got Belle locked in a dungeon?

Maurice: A beast! A horrible, monstrous beast!

[Maurice has gone from person to person, pleading his case, until he is thrown at the feet of Gaston. A moment of silence, then the old cronies begin to laugh and mock him]

Dick: Is it a big beast?

Maurice: Huge!

Stanley: With a long, ugly snout?

Maurice: Hideously ugly!

Walter: And sharp, cruel fangs?

Maurice: Yes, yes. Will you help me?

Gaston: All right, old man. We'll help you out.

Maurice: You will? Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!

[The old cronies pick up Maurice and help him out by throwing him through the door]

Tom: Crazy old Maurice.

Dick: He's always good for a laugh!

Gaston: [very pensive] Crazy old Maurice, hmm? Crazy old Maurice. Hmm? [singing] LeFou, I'm afraid I've been thinking.

[LeFou is still under the chair]

LeFou: [singing] A dangerous pastime--

Gaston: [singing] I know, / But that wacky old coot is Belle's father / And his sanity's only so-so...| Now the wheels in my head have been turning / Since I looked at that loony old man / See I promised myself I'd be married to Belle, / And right now I'm evolving a plan! [Gaston picks LeFou out from under the chair and holds his head close, and whispers]

Gaston: If I... [whispers]

LeFou: Yes?

Gaston: Then I... [whispers]

LeFou: No, would she?

Gaston: [whispering] ...GUESS!

LeFou: Now I get it!

Gaston and LeFou: Let's go! [they begin a waltz around the floor as they sing] No one plots like Gaston, takes cheap shots like Gaston.

LeFou: Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston.

Chorus: So his marriage we soon'll be celebrating! / My what a guy, Gaston!!!

[Camera zooms out through window to snow covered square, empty except for Maurice]

Maurice: [to no one in particular] Will no one help me?

---

[At the bedroom of the castle where Belle is still crying. There is a 'clink clink clink' at the door. She gets up and walks over to open the door. Mrs. Potts enters with Chip and their entourage]

Belle: Who is it?

Mrs. Potts: [from outside the door] Mrs. Potts, dear. [door opens] I thought you might like a spot of tea.

Belle: [amazed at the fact that she is listening to a walking tea set] But you...ah...but...I--

[Belle bumps into the Wardrobe]

Wardrobe: Oof. Careful!

Belle: [sits on bed] This is impossible--

Wardrobe: [leans 'shoulder' on bed, popping other end and Belle into the air] I know it is, but here we are!

[Chip and Mrs. Potts talk as he is being filled with tea, cream, and sugar for Belle]

Chip: Told you she was pretty, Mama, didn't I?

Mrs. Potts: All right, now, Chip, that'll do. [he hops over to Belle] Slowly now. Don't spill.

Belle: Thank you.

Chip: Want to see me do a trick? [takes a deep breath; bubbles foam up over his rim]

Mrs. Potts: Chip?!

Chip: [giggles] 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. [suddenly startled] Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table. Chip!

Chip: [to Belle, hopping away] Bye!

[the wardrobe approaches Belle]

Wardrobe: Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what I've got in my drawers. [the doors fly open and moths flutter out. She slams them shut] Oh! How embarrassing. Here we are. [one door opens, the other serves as an arm. It pulls out a pink dress] Ah! There you are, you'll look ravishing in this 1!

Belle: That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner.

Wardrobe: Oh, but you must!

Cogsworth: [enters, clears his throat] Dinner is served.

Beast: [while packing back and forth in front of the fireplace] What's taking so long? I told her to come down. [shouts at Lumiere and Mrs. Potts] 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.

Lumière: Uh, master. Have you thought that, perhaps, this girl could be the one to break the spell?

Beast: Of course I have! I'm not a fool.

Lumière: Good! You fall in love with her, she falls in love with you, and - Poof! - the spell is broken! We'll be human again by midnight!

Mrs. Potts: Oh, it's not that easy, Lumière. These things take time.

Lumière: But the rose has already begun to wilt.

Beast: It's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm so...well, look at me!

[Lumière shrugs his shoulders and looks at Mrs. Potts]

Mrs. Potts: Oh, 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, try to act like a gentleman.

[The Beast sits up, then straightens his face very formally]

Lumière: [adds in] Ah yes, when she comes in, give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come. Show me the smile.

[The Beast bears his ragged fangs in a scary, and yet funny grin]

Mrs. Potts: But don't frighten the poor girl.

Lumière: Impress her with your rapier wit.

Mrs. Potts: But be gentle.

Lumière: Shower her with compliments.

Mrs. Potts: But be sincere.

Lumière: And above all...

Mrs. Potts and Lumière: You must control your temper! [The door creaks open]

Lumière: There she is! [The Beast wipes the silly face off, and looks to the door expectantly]

Cogsworth: [enters] Uh, good evening.

Beast: [growls] Well, where is she?

Cogworth: Who? Oh! The girl. Yes, the, ah, girl. Well, actually, she's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being what they are, ew... [gulps] She's not coming.

[Cut to the exterior of den with door slightly ajar]

Beast: [enraged; off-screen] WHAT?!?! [bangs the doors open and runs out to the Belle's room, with Cogsworth, Lumière and Mrs. Potts chases him]

Cogsworth: Oh, dear, Your Grace! Your Eminence! Let's not be hasty!

Beast: [runs up to the door and furiously bangs on it 12 times] I thought I told you to come down to dinner!

Belle: [from behind the door] I'm not hungry.

Beast: You come out, or I'll...I'll...I'LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!!!

Lumière: [interrupts] Master, I could be wrong, [chuckles] but that may not be the best way to win the girl's affections.

Cogsworth: [pleads] Please! Attempt to be a gentlemen.

Beast: [lividly] But she is beings so difficult!

Mrs. Potts: Gently, gently.

Beast: Will you come down to dinner?

Belle: [from behind the door] No.

Beast: [looks at them, points to the door in frustration] Hmm?!

Cogsworth: Suave. Genteel.

Beast: It would give me great pleasure... [clutching his paws in anger] if you would join me for dinner.

Cogsworth: Ahem, ahem, we say "please".

Beast: Please.

Belle: [from behind the door] No, thank you!

Beast: You can't stay in there forever!

Belle: [from behind the door; provoked] Yes, I can, or not.

Beast: Fine! Then, go ahead and [roars] STARVE!! [to Cogsworth, Lumière and Mrs. Potts] If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all. [The Beast runs back down the hall, slams a door hard enough to cause a piece of the ceiling to fall on Lumière.]

Mrs. Potts: Oh, dear. That didn't go very well at all, did it?

Cogsworth: Lumière, stand watch at the door and inform me at once if there is the slightest change.

Lumière: [taking guard position next to door] You can count on me, mon-capitan.

Cogsworth: Well, I guess we better go downstairs and start cleanin' up.

[Cut to the Beast entering the West Wing and throwing a chair in his way aside.]

Beast: I ask nicely, but she refuses! What-What does she want me to do?! Beg?! [picks up the magic mirror] Show me the girl.

Wardrobe: [in mirror; to Belle] Why, the master's not so bad once you get to know him. Why don't you give him a chance?

Belle: I don't want to get to know him. I don't want to have anything to do with him!

Beast: [setting down magic mirror, speaking tenderly] I'm just fooling myself. She'll never see me as anything...but a monster. [another petal falls off the rose] It's hopeless... [puts his head in his hands as in a depressed state]

---

Cogsworth: More books than you'll ever be able to read in a lifetime! Books on every subject ever studied, by every author who ever set pen to paper...

[Lumière and Cogsworth begin marching off, and Belle begins to follow, but her curiosity overtakes her, and she turns back to the West Wing. Her excitement begins to dwindle, though, when she enters the hallway leading to Beast's lair. As she walks down the hall, she stops to look in a mirror that has been shattered into several pieces, each one reflecting her concerned look. She reaches the end of the hall and finds a closed door with gargoyle handles. She takes a deep breath, then reaches out and opens the door. Inside the lair, where Belle begins to explore. She is truly shocked by everything she sees. She wanders around, looking, and knocks over a table, but she catches it before it crashes to the floor. She then turns her head and sees a shredded picture on the wall. We can only see part of a portrait. It is the same portrait that was shredded in the opening. Belle reaches out and lifts the shreds of the picture to reveal the prince. We never see this, however, for then she turns her head and sees the rose under the bell jar. She walks over to it, her eyes transfixed. She reaches out, then lifts off the jar, leaving the rose unprotected. She reaches up, brushes back the strand of hair that has been repeatedly falling on her forehead, then reaches out to touch the rose. As she nears it, a shadow falls over her. Beast has been on the balcony, and sees her. He jumps back into the room,then slams the jar back on the rose. He then turns his attention to Belle]

Beast: [growing angry] Why did you come here?

Belle: [backing away, scared] I'm-I'm sorry.

Beast: I warned you never to come here!

Belle: I didn't mean any harm.

Beast: [angrier] Do you realize what you could have done?!

[begins to thrash at the furniture]

Belle: [pleading, but still scared] Please, stop!

Beast: [screaming] Get out!!!!

Belle: No!

Beast: [screaming] GET OUT!!!!

[Belle turns and flees the room. Beast calms down, then falls into despair, finally realizing that he may have destroyed his chances with Belle. She reaches the stairway and grabs her cloak. She rushes down the stairs, wrapping the cloak around her and bursting past a confused Lumière and Cogsworth]

Lumière: Where are you going?

Belle: Promise or no promise, I can't stay here another minute!

Cogsworth: Oh, no, wait, please! Please wait!

[Lumière tries to respond, but Belle slams the door behind her. He and Cogsworth both bow their heads in sadness. When Belle outside in the forest on Philippe. She begins to ride through the forest, but Philippe comes to a stop. She looks up and sees the wolves. She gasps, then pulls the reins and begins to flee. She runs from side to side, making the wolves hit the trees (a la Speederbike chase in Return of the Jedi). Philippe runs out on a frozen pond, but his and Belle's weight collapse the ice. The wolves chase her into the water. Some begin to drown, but Philippe is able to get out of the water before anything serious happens. He runs into a clearing, but becomes surrounded by wolves. He bucks, throwing Belle off and wrapping the reins around a tree branch. The wolves begin their attack on Philippe, but Belle comes to his rescue and beats them away with a stick. One wolf grabs the stick in its mouth and breaks half of it off, leaving Belle defenseless. Another leaps at her, grabbing the corner of her cloak and dragging her to the ground]

Belle: No!

[She looks up and sees a wolf about to jump on top of her. It leaps and is caught in mid-air by Beast. He throws the wolf away, then stands behind them and Belle. They lunge at each other. One rips a hole in Beast's shoulder, and the others focus their attack on that spot. Finally, Beast throws a wolf against a tree, knocking it out. The others turn and run in fear. Beast turns back to Belle, looks at her despairingly, then collapses. Belle, grateful to be alive, turns back to Philippe and begins to get on, but her conscience takes over, and she walks over to the fallen Beast. Fade to Belle and Philippe walking back to the castle, with Beast on the horse's back. Fade to inside the den, with Belle pouring hot water out of Mrs. Potts. She soaks a rag in the water, then turns to Beast, who is licking his wounds]

Belle: [dampening rag] Here, now. [sees the Beast licking the wound on his arm] Oh, don't do that. [the Beast backs away with a growl as the Objects start to back away in fear] Just hold still. [places the rag on the Beast's wound; the Beast mighty roars in pain and the Objects takes cover]

Beast: THAT HURTS!

Belle: If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!

Beast: Well, if you hadn't have run away, this wouldn't have happened.

Belle: If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away.

Beast: [he is about to utter a sentence but stops as he realizes that Belle is right] Well, you shouldn't have been in The West Wing!

Belle: Well, you should learn to control your temper. [The Objects emerge from hiding as she has conquered the ferocious temper of the Beast. She moves the rag closer to the wound] Now, hold still. This might sting a little.

Beast: Hmm? [gives a surprised grunt, then grits his teeth as the rag is applied]

Belle: By the way, thank you, for saving my life.

Beast: [opens his eyes, looking surprised] You're welcome.

---

Cogsworth: Well, your highness I have to say that everything it's going great I knew that she was capable.

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, but why?

Beast: Because... I love her.

---

Gaston: [last words] Come on out and fight! Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?! [The Beast has been provoked enough. He emerges and they fight again] It's over, Beast! BELLE IS MINE!! [The Beast and Gaston are fighting on top of the castle; the Beast strikes at him, grabs him and holds him over the edge and latest words] 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 that Gaston's what he could’ve become. He pulls Gaston back in and close to his face]

Beast: [in a calm, but tranquil fury manner] Get out. [shoves Gaston to the ground]

Belle: [comes out on the balcony] Beast!

Beast: Belle. [begins to climb the tower until he reaches the balcony. He hangs over the side] Belle? [they reached their hands as they reunite] You came back. [The Beast and Belle stare passionately at each other, but the moment is interrupted when Gaston sneaks up and stubs the Beast in the back. The Beast roars in pain and Gaston pulls the knife out and swings back for another shot. The Beast starts to fall, knocks over Gaston off his balances. Belle reaches forward and pulls the Beast back, while Gaston falls off into the castle moats to his deaths. Belle helps the injured Beast up onto the balcony, where he lies down on the floor. The objects come rushing out but stay out of sight. The Beast lays dying with Belle at his side; meanwhile, the rose is down to its last petal, weakly] 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.

Beast: [lastly words; reaches up and touches Belle's cheek] At least... I got to see you...one last time. [his paw falls and his eyes close as he dies]

Belle: [gasps] No. No! Please! Please! Please don't leave me! [sobs] I love you. [The last petal falls away, leaving Cogsworth, Lumière, 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 Adam, whose name was Prince Adam; then, he lands on the ground and when he gets up, he turns toward Belle]

Prince Adam: Belle... it's me.

Belle: [looks into his eyes and recognizes him from the portrait] It is you!

[They kiss, a fireworks display explodes around them. The gloom surrounding, the castle disappears, revealing a blue sky]

---

[Last lines; The castle is transformed, with the gargoyles changing into cherubs. Finally, we return to the balcony, where the objects hop out to meet Prince Adam and Belle. One by one, they are transformed back to their original human conditions]

Prince Adam: Lumiere! Cogsworth! Oh, Mrs. Potts! Look at us!

[Chip comes riding in on Footstool]

Chip: Mama! Mama!

[The pair transforms back into a boy and dog]

Mrs. Potts: [Picking up her boy] Oh, my goodness!

Lumière: It is a miracle!

[Prince Adam picks up Belle and swings her around. The ruffles of her skirt wipe to the ballroom, where all are gathered to celebrate, Prince Adam and Belle dance around the room as the rest at the characters]

Lumière: Ah, l'amour.

[Lumière says this, and a maid, obviously the former Featherduster walks by, brushing him on the chin; chuckles, starts to chase after her, but Cogsworth stops him]

Cogsworth: Well, Lumiere, old friend. Shall we let bygones be bygones?

Lumière: Of course, mon ami. I told you she would break the spell.

Cogsworth: I beg your pardon, old friend, but I believe I told you.

Lumière: No, you didn't. I told you.

Cogsworth: You most certainly did not, you pompous parrafin-headed pea-brain!

Lumière: En garde, you overgrown pocket watch! [Lumière takes off his glove and slaps Cogsworth across the face with it. They begin to fight. Cut to Belle and Prince Adam who continue to dance around the floor. The camera stops on Mrs. Potts, Chip and Maurice, who is beginning to crying]

Chip: Are they going to live happily ever after, Mama?

Mrs. Potts: Of course, my dear. Of course.

Chip: [tiny pauses] Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard? [Maurice laughs and Mrs. Potts hugs her child and laughs. Cut to a camera looking over the entire ballroom with all in the shot. It slowly zooms out with Belle and Prince Adam dancing around the room, and fades into the final stained glass window, this one with Belle and Prince Adam in the center, surrounded by the rest of the characters]

Chorus: Certain as the sun / Rising in the east / Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme / Beauty and the beast!| Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme / Beauty and the beast!

PEABO BRYSON & REGINA BELLE lyrics (Beauty and the Beast)

Regina Belle: Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh...| Tale as old as time / True as it can be / Barely even friends / Then somebody bends / Unexpectedly.

Peabo Bryson: Just a little change / Small to say the least / Both a little scared / Neither one prepared.

Peabo Bryson and Regina Belle: Beauty and the beast...| Ever just the same / Ever a surprise / Ever as before / And ever just as sure / As the sun will rise.

Peabo Bryson: Oh / Oh...

Regina Belle: Mmm, oh-oh-oh.

Peabo Bryson and Regina Belle: Ever just the same.

Peabo Bryson: Ever a surprise.

Peabo Bryson and Regina Belle: Ever as before.

Regina Belle: Ever just as sure.

Peabo Bryson: As the sun will rise.

Regina Belle: Oh, oh, oh...| Tale as old as time, ooh-ooh / Tune as old as song.

Peabo Bryson and Regina Belle: Bittersweet and strange / Finding you can change / Learning you were wrong.

Peabo Bryson: Certain as the sun.

Regina Belle: Certain as the sun.

Peabo Bryson: Rising in the east.

Regina Belle: Tale as old as time.

Peabo Bryson: Song as old as rhyme.

Regina Belle: Beauty and the beast...| Tale as old as time.

Peabo Bryson: Song as old as rhyme.

Regina Belle: Beauty and the beast.

Peabo Bryson: Oh, oh, oh / Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh.

Peabo Bryson and Regina Belle: Beauty and the beast...|[chorus singing]

About Beauty and the Beast (1991 film)

• 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.
  • Kirk Wise [1]

Cast (voices)

• Paige O'Hara – Belle
• Rex Everhart – Maurice
• Robby Benson – The Beast/Prince Adam
• Richard White – Gaston
• Jerry Orbach – Lumiere
• David Ogden Stiers – Narrator, Cogsworth
• Angela Lansbury – Mrs. Potts
• Mary Kay Bergman – Bimbette
• Kath Soucie – Bimbette
• Jesse Corti – Lefou
• Bradley Pierce – Chip
• Kimmy Robertson – Featherduster
• Hal Smith – Philippe
• Jack Angel – Tom
• Phil Proctor – Dick
• Bill Farmer – Stanley
• Patrick Pinney – Walter

External links

• Beauty and the Beast quotes at the Internet Movie Database

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