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 imaginations.
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, sigh. 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. Hey, whaddya say you and me take a walk over to
the tavern and have a look at my hunting 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 and help my
father.
LEFOU: Ha ha ha, that crazy old loon, he need all the help he can get!
(GASTON and LEFOU laugh heartily)
BELLE: Don't you talk about my father that way!
GASTON: Yeah, don't talk about her father that way! (He conks LEFOU on
the head.)
BELLE: My father's not crazy! He's a genius! (Explosion in background.
GASTON and LEFOU continue laughing. BELLE rushes home and
descends into the basement.)
BELLE: Papa?
MAURICE: How on earth did that happen? Dog gonnit! (He pulls the barrel
off his waist, along with his pants.)
BELLE: Are you all right, Papa?
MAURICE: I'm about ready to give up on this hunk of junk! (kicking
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: Hmmmph!
BELLE: ...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. (sliding under machine) Hand me that dog-legged clencher
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? (Appears from under machine with bizarre
goggle contraption on his head distorting his eyes) 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.
MAURICE: What about that Gaston? He's a handsome fellow!
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 going to 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 Phillipe, girl. I'm off to the fair! (Log strikes
him in the head, knocking him out. Fade to later in the day)

BELLE: Good bye, Papa! Good luck!
MAURICE: Good bye, Belle, and take care while I'm gone!