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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. (She looks up, startled.) Oops! Look at me, jabbering on,
when there's a supper to get on the table. Chip!
CHIP: (hopping away) Bye!
(BELLE stands and the WARDROBE approaches her.)
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'll look ravishing in this one! (Something
to think about: We never hear of a King or Queen or parents, so
what is a Prince living on his own doing with a wardrobe full of
women's clothing? Maybe he wants to be a lumberjack!)
BELLE: That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner.
WARDROBE: Oh, but you must!
(COGSWORTH waddles in)
COGSWORTH: Ahem, ahem, ahem. Dinner...is served.
(Cut to BEAST pacing back and forth in front of fire, with MRS. POTTS and
LUMIERE looking on.)
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.
LUMIERE: Uh, master. Have you thought that, perhaps, this girl could be
the one to break the spell?
BEAST: (angrily) Of course I have. I'm not a fool.
LUMIERE: 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! (That sounds like a good title for a song-- "Human
Again")
MRS. POTTS: Oh, it's not that easy, Lumiere. These things take time.
LUMIERE: 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!
(LUMIERE 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.
(BEAST sits up, then straightens his face very formally)
LUMIERE: (adding in) Ah yes, when she comes in, give her a dashing,
debonair smile. Come, come. Show me the smile. (BEAST bears his
ragged fangs in a scary, and yet funny grin.)
MRS. POTTS: But don't frighten the poor girl.
LUMIERE: Impress her with your rapier wit.
MRS. POTTS: But be gentle.
LUMIERE: Shower her with compliments.
MRS. POTTS: But be sincere
LUMIERE: And above all...
BOTH: You must control your temper!
(The door creaks open. BEAST wipes the silly face off, and looks to the door
expectantly.)
LUMIERE: Here she is!
(COGSWORTH enters.)
COGSWORTH: Uh, good evening.
(BEAST goes from expectant to mad.)
BEAST: (growling) Well, where is she?
COGSWORTH: (buying time) Who? Oh! The girl. Yes, the, ah, girl. Well,
actually, she's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being
what they are, ah... she's not coming.
(Cut to ext of den with door slightly ajar)
BEAST: WHAT!!!!!!!
(Door bangs open and BEAST comes running out, with OBJECTS giving chase)
COGSWORTH: Your grace! Your eminence! Let's not be hasty!
(Cut to ext of BELLE's room. BEAST runs up to it and bangs on the door.)
BEAST: (Yelling) I thought I told you to come down to dinner!
BELLE: (From behind the door) I'm not hungry.
BEAST: You'll come out or I'll...I'll break down the door!
LUMIERE: (interrupting) Master, I could be wrong, but that may not be the
best way to win the girl's affections.
COGSWORTH: (pleading) Please! Attempt to be a gentleman.
BEAST: (growing angrier) But she is being so...difficult!
MRS. POTTS: Gently, gently.
BEAST: (very dejected) Will you come down to dinner?
BELLE: No!
(BEAST looks at the OBJECTS, very frustrated.)
COGSWORTH: Suave. Genteel.
BEAST: (Trying to act formal, bowing at the door) It would give me great
pleasure if you would join me for dinner.
COGSWORTH: Ahem, ahem, we say 'please.'
BEAST: (once again dejected) ...please.
BELLE: (Mad at BEAST) No, thank you.
BEAST: (furious) You can't stay in there forever!
BELLE: (provokingly) Yes I can!
BEAST: Fine! Then go ahead and STARVE!!!! (To OBJECTS) If she doesn't
eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all!
(BEAST runs back down the hall, slamming a door and causing a piece of the
ceiling to fall on LUMIERE.)
MRS. POTTS: 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: (Taking guard position next to door) You can count on me, mon
capitan.
COGSWORTH: Well, I guess we better go downstairs and start cleaning up.
(Cut to int of BEAST's lair. BEAST enters, knocking over and destroying things
in his path.)
BEAST: I ask nicely, but she refuses. What a...what does she want me to
do--beg? (Picking up the MAGIC MIRROR) Show me the girl.
(The MAGIC MIRROR shines, then glows green and reveals BELLE in her bedroom,
talking to the WARDROBE)
WARDROBE: (in mirror pleading) Why the master's not so bad once you get to
know him. Why don't you give him a chance?
BELLE: (still disturbed by the attack) 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.
(BEAST puts his head in his hands as in a depressed state. Fade out/Fade in to
ext of BELLE's room. Door creaks open. BELLE silently emerges. We see her
feet
go by as three bright spots shine through a curtain at floor level. Behind it
are LUMIERE and FEATHERDUSTER.)
FEATHERDUSTER:
Oh, no!
LUMIERE: Oh, yes!
FEATHERDUSTER:
Oh, no!
LUMIERE: Oh, yes, yes, yes!
FEATHERDUSTER:
I've been burnt by you before!
(LUMIERE and FEATHERDUSTER have emerged and LUMIERE takes her in his arms.
Suddenly he looks up and sees BELLE walking down the hall. He drops
FEATHERDUSTER.)
FEATHERDUSTER:
Oof!
LUMIERE: Zut alors! She has emerged!
(Cut to kitchen, where we find COGSWORTH,MRS. POTTS,CHIP and the STOVE.)
MRS. POTTS: Come on, Chip. Into the cupboard with your brothers and
sisters. (helping him in)
CHIP: But I'm not sleepy.
MRS. POTTS: Yes you are.
CHIP: No, I'm...not. (He falls asleep and MRS. POTTS shuts the cupboard
door.)
(A banging of pots and pans comes from the STOVE.)
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 enters, and COGSWORTH cuts off MRS. POTTS before she can say 'spell.')
COGSWORTH: (interrupting) Splendid to see you out and about, mademoiselle.
(LUMIERE comes running in.) I am Cogsworth, head of the
household. (He leans over to kiss her hand, but LUMIERE butts
in front of him.) This is Lumiere.
LUMIERE: En chante, cherie.
COGSWORTH: (trying to talk around LUMIERE who is still kissing BELLE's
hand) If there's anything...stop that...that we can...please
(finally shoving him out of the way)...to make your stay more
comfortable. (LUMIERE burns the hand of COGSWORTH) Ow!!!!
BELLE: I am a little hungry.
MRS. POTTS: (excited, to the other tea pots) You are? Hear that? She's
hungry. Stoke the fire, break out the silver, wake the china.
(The fire on the STOVE roars to life, and drawers open to reveal silverware
standing at attention.)
COGSWORTH: (secretively) Remember what the master said.
MRS. POTTS: Oh, pish tosh. I'm not going to let the poor child go hungry.
COGSWORTH: (thinking he is giving in to the ultimate demand) 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?
(LUMIERE has started out the swinging door. He lets it close, and the door
hits
COGSWORTH and sends him across the room to land in a pan filled with (what
looks
like) pancake batter. He screams his line as he is in flight.)
COGSWORTH: MUSIC!?!
(Cut to dining room, where BELLE is seated at the end of a long table. LUMIERE
is on the table and a spotlight shines on him.)

LUMIERE: Ma chere, mademoiselle. It is with deepest pleasure and
greatest pride that I welcome you tonight. And now, we invite
you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly
presents...your dinner.

Be our guest, be our guest
Put our service to the test,
tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie
and we provide the rest!
(The CHAIR has wrapped a napkin around the neck of BELLE, who takes it off and
places it on her lap. The CHAIR's arms put it's hands on it's 'waist' as if it
were mad.
Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvres
Why we only live to serve
Try the grey stuff, it's delicious
Don't believe me? Ask the dishes!
(LUMIERE offers BELLE a plate of hors d'oeuvres. She dips her finger in one,
and tastes it.)
They can sing, they can dance
After all, miss, this is France!
And a dinner here is never second best!
Go on unfold your menu, take a glance and then you'll
Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!
(A cabinet at the end of the table opens to reveal a large CHINA collection,
which rolls out and begins to perform. LUMIERE hands BELLE a menu, which she
begins to read.)
Beef ragout, cheese souffle,
Pie and pudding en flambe!
We'll prepare and serve with flair
A culinary cabaret!
(Plates of food go dancing by, with COGSWORTH in the pudding. LUMIERE sets his
torch to it, and it explodes, turning COGSWORTH's face black with soot.)
You're alone and you're scared,
But the banquet's all prepared!
No one's gloomy or complaining,
While the flatware's entertaining!
(The FLATWARE enters a 'Busby Berlkley-esque' swimming scene.)
We tell jokes, I do tricks
With my fellow candlesticks
(LUMIERE, standing on a plate, is elevated and begins to juggle his candles.
MUGS enter the shot.)
MUGS: And it's all in perfect taste
That you can bet!!!
(The MUGS begin a gymnastics routine, hopping over one another and passing a
beverage from one to the next)
ALL: Come on and lift your glass,
You've won your own free pass
To be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!
LUMIERE: If you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest!
ALL: Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!
(ALL leave except COGSWORTH, who looks scared, then begins to inch away.
LUMIERE
enters and holds him there.)
LUMIERE: Life is so unnerving,
For a servant who's not serving!
He's not whole without a soul to wait upon
COGSWORTH: Get off!
LUMIERE: Ah, those good old days when we were useful
Suddenly, those good old days are gone.
(LUMIERE sings as if he were reminiscing. Snow begins to fall. COGSWORTH
looks
up and sees the salt and pepper shakers doing their thing.)
LUMIERE: Ten years we've been rusting
Needing so much more than dusting
Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!
(LUMIERE dusts the salt of the head of COGSWORTH, who tries to escape. He
trips
and falls into the gelatin mold.)
Most days just lay around the castle,
Flabby fat and lazy
You walked in, and oops-a-daisie!
(LUMIERE jumps on a spoon in the gelatin, which catapults COGSWORTH out of the
mold. Cut to kitchen, where MRS. POTTS is surrounded by soap bubbles.)
MRS. POTTS: It's a guest, it's a guest!
Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed!
Wine's been poured and thank the Lord
I've had the napkins freshly pressed!
(MRS. POTTS continues to dance around the kitchen)
With dessert, she'll want tea,
And my dear, that's fine with me!
While the cups do their soft shoeing,
I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing!

I'll get warm, piping hot
Heaven's sake, is that a spot?
Clean it up, we want the company impressed!
We've got a lot to do--
Is it one lump or two?
For you our guest!
(MRS. POTTS is cleaned off by a napkin. She hops onto the tea cart and rolls
into the dining room, where she offers tea to BELLE.)
ALL: She's our guest!
MRS. POTTS: She's our guest!
ALL: She's our guest!
Be our guest! Be our guest!
Our command is your request!
It's ten years since we had anybody here
And we're obsessed!

With your meal, with your ease,
Yes indeed, we aim to please
While the candlelight's still glowing
Let us help you, we'll keep going--
(The CHINA and CANDLESTICKS perform an elaborately choreographed dance
sequence,
ending in a c.u. of LUMIERE.)

ALL (esp. LUMIERE):
Course, by course
One by one
'Til you shout "Enough, I'm done!"
Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest
Tonight you'll prop your feet up,
But for let's eat up
Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Please Be our guest!!
(A fantastic ending comes of the song, with SILVERWARE flying through the air,
PLATES and FEATHERDUSTERS dancing, and COGSWORTH the focus of attention, until
LUMIERE comes sliding in and sends him flying out of camera range.)
BELLE: Bravo! That was wonderful!
COGSWORTH: Thank you, thank you, mademoiselle. Yes, good show, wasn't it
everyone. (Looking at his own face) Oh, my goodness, will you
look at the time. Now, it's off to bed, off to bed!
(LUMIERE comes up next to COGSWORTH.)
BELLE: Oh, I couldn't possibly go to bed now. It's my first time in
an enchanted castle.
COGSWORTH: Enchanted? Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?
(He tries to cover it up, just as a fork runs past. To LUMIERE)
It was you, wasn't it!
BELLE: I, um, figured it out for myself. (COGSWORTH and LUMIERE have
been
fighting. They both look at her, then stop. COGSWORTH dusts
himself off, and LUMIERE fixes his wax nose.) I'd like to look
around, if that's all right.
LUMIERE: (excited) Oh! Would you like a tour?
COGSWORTH: Wait a second, wait a second. I'm not sure that's such a good
idea. (Confidentially, to LUMIERE) We can't let her go poking
around in certain places, if you know what I mean.
BELLE: (Poking COGSWORTH in the belly (like the Pillsbury doughboy))
Perhaps you could take me. I'm sure you know everything there
is to know about the castle.
COGSWORTH: (flattered) Well, actually, ah yes, I do!
(Fade to COGSWORTH, LUMIERE, and BELLE walking down a hall with FOOTSTOOL.
COGSWORTH is lecturing.)
COGSWORTH: As you can see, the pseudo facade was stripped away to reveal a
minimalist rococo design. Note the unusual inverted vaulted
ceilings. This is yet another example of the neo-classic baroque
period, and as I always say, if it's not baroque, don't fix it!
Ha ha ha. Now then, where was I? (He turns to find the heads of
the SUITS OF ARMOR have turned to follow BELLE.) As you were!
(They all snap back to face forward.) Now, if I may draw your
attention to the flying buttresses above the--mademoiselle?

(COGSWORTH turns back to the group and is one girl short. He sees her beginning
to climb the grand staircase. He and LUMIERE run up to her and jump in front of
her, blocking her progress upstairs.)

BELLE: What's up there?
COGSWORTH: Where? Up there? Nothing. Absolutely nothing of interest at all
in the West Wing. Dusty, dull, very boring.
(LUMIERE has been shaking his head, but COGSWORTH nudges him and he nods in
agreement.)
BELLE: Oh, so that's the West Wing.
LUMIERE: (To COGSWORTH) Nice going!
BELLE: I wonder what he's hiding up there.
LUMIERE: Hiding? The master is hiding nothing!
BELLE: Then it wouldn't be forbidden.
(She steps over them, but they dash up and block her again.)
COGSWORTH: Perhaps mademoiselle would like to see something else. We have
exquisite tapestries dating all the way back to...
BELLE: (again stepping over them) Maybe later.
LUMIERE: (with COGSWORTH, again dashing and blocking) The gardens, or the
library perhaps?
BELLE: (No

Beast is here!

Oranges

So is Belle! And ready to reherse!

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