[Belle enters the castle]
Lumière: Cogsworth, look! A beautiful girl!
Cogsworth: Yes, I can see it's a girl; I've lost my hands, not my eyes.
Lumière: What if she is *the one*? The one who will break the spell?
Belle: Hello? Who said that?
Belle: [finds the Beast reading in the garden] What are you reading?
Beast: [quickly closes the book] Nothing.
Belle: "Guinevere and Lancelot."
Beast: [correcting her] Well, actually..."King Arthur and the Round Table." Knights, and men, and swords and things...
Belle: Still... It's a
romance.
Beast: Alright...
Clothilde: Henri? Henri!
Cogsworth: [sees his wife] Oh, dear.
[They hug]
Clothilde: I've been so lonely!
Cogsworth: [to himself] Turn back into a clock... Turn back into a clock.
Beast: [to Belle, opening the enchanted book] A little gift from the Enchantress. A book that truly allows you to escape.
[blows the dust off it and places it on the stand]
Belle: [fascinated] How amazing!
Beast: [sadly] It was her cruelest trick of all. It was just another curse. Perhaps our world has no place for a creature
like me. But it can for you.
[He offers Belle his hand. Belle takes it and he places her hand on the book]
Beast: Think of the one place that you've always wanted to see. Now find it in your mind's eye and feel it in your heart.
[first lines]
Narrator: 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?
Cogsworth: When the Master finds out you have disobeyed his orders, he will blame *me*!
Lumière: Yes, I will make sure of it, But don't you see, this is the girl we have been waiting for! This is the one who will break the spell!
Cogsworth: You know she will never love him.
Lumière: A broken clock is right
two times a day, mon ami. But this is not one of those times.
Belle: [to the Beast, about the library] Have you really read every one of these books?
Beast: [scoffs] No, not all of them. Some of them are in Greek.
Belle: [laughs] Was that a joke? Are you making jokes now?
Beast: [smirks] Maybe.
[He leaves, shaking his head and smiling. Belle giggles]
Beast: [struggling] You you came back.
Belle: Of course I came back. I couldn't let them. Oh, this is all my fault!
[Belle cradles the Beast's head]
Belle: If only I had gotten here sooner.
Beast: Maybe maybe it's better it's better this way.
Belle: [Belle tries to silence him]
Don't talk like that! You'll be alright. We're together now. Everything's going to be fine, you'll see.
Beast: And at least at least I got to see you one last time.
[Beast dies from his injuries and blood loss]
Belle: No, No! Please. Please. Please don't leave me.
[Belle begins to sob]
Belle: I love you!
[the last rose petal falls]
Belle: [to a hairbrush] What's your name?
Cogsworth: That is a hairbrush.
Belle: [singing] I want adventure in the great wide somewhere, I want it more than I can tell... And for once it might be grand to have someone understand, I want so much more than they've got planned!
LeFou: [singing] No one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston / No one's neck is 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 whose team they prefer to be on! / Who plays darts like Gaston? Who breaks hearts like Gaston? / Who's much more than the sum of his parts
like Gaston?
Gaston: [singing] As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!
LeFou: [singing] My, what a guy, that Gaston!
Lumière: [to Belle, releasing her from her cell] Forgive my intrusion, mademoiselle. But I have come to escort you to your room.
Belle: [picks up a stool to use as a weapon, suspiciously] My room? But I thought...
Lumière: Oh, what?
[imitates the Beast]
Lumière: 'That once this door closes, it will
not open again!'
[groans]
Lumière: I know! He gets so dramatic.
[Belle finally exits her cell and sees Lumiere for the first time]
Lumière: Hello!
[a frightened Belle gasps and Lumiere falls. Belle hits him with her stool and shrieks]
Lumière: [recovers and relights his flames] Oh, you are very strong!
This is a great quality!
Belle: [still frightened] What are you?
Lumière: I am Lumiere!
Belle: [confused] And... you can talk?
Cogsworth: [appears] Well, of course he can *talk*! It's all he ever does!
[huffs]
Cogsworth: Now Lumiere, as head of the household, I demand
that you put her back in her cell at once!
Lumière: [whispers] What do you want to be for the rest of your life, Cogsworth? A man or a mantle clock?
Lumière: [to Belle] Ready, miss?
Lumière: [to Cogsworth] Trust me.
Belle: [to Lumiere] What happens when the last petal falls?
Lumière: The master remains a beast forever and we become...
Mrs. Potts: [sadly] Antiques!
Lumière: Knick-knacks.
Plumette: Lightly-used housewares.
Cogsworth: Rubbish. We become rubbish.
Belle: I want to help you. There must be some way to break the curse.
Cogsworth: Well, there is one.
[Lumiere hits him]
Mrs. Potts: It's not for you to worry about, lamb. We've made our bed, and we must lie in it.