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[music plays]

[music plays]

narrator: once upon a time,

a beautiful young woman named belle

went to live in a strange and magical castle.

there she befriended

the castle's staff of enchanted objects,

who, like their master, the beast,

had once been human.

but now they were all living under a spell

that only the power of love could undo.

as their friendship grew,

they hoped that belle might be the one

who could learn to love a beast

and thus release them all from the spell.

[music plays]

chandeliera, you look radiant.

together, you and lumiere

will be the perfect light.

"height," you say? and what has

our height got to do with anything?

"light," chandeliera. the perfect light.

uh, what? well, why didn't you say that

in the first place?

so it's to be the two of us, eh?

won't that be marvelous?

of course, madame.

and send 20 cords of wood to the castle.

send it now because...

because you say so-- yes, that's it!

no, no, no, wait, wait.

ah, because you need it.

yes. because i need it.

"sincerely" and so forth.

witherspoon!

you know the way!

dinner is served,

a meal exquisite in every detail--

as is our company.

she makes me nervous, lumiere.

why is that?

she is a woman, master.

mmm. tell me how to impress her.

a kiss of the hand should serve you well.

done properly,

it will have a most charming effect.

belle: i've been reading the most wonderful book.

well, perhaps you can tell us

all about it at dinner.

things have been

pleasantly tranquil with him of late.

"tranquil"?

well, i meant only to refer to how well

you and his grace have been getting along.

hmm. yes, we have.

perhaps, well, "tranquil"--

that isn't quite the right word.

"calm, serene,"

in a word, "harmonious."

that is a good word.

you're a very smart dictionary.

allow me to present myself.

webster, at your service.

nice to meet you, webster.

won't you join us?

but of course.

for, i am, after all, indispensable.

irreplaceable, essentially--

mademoiselle, your presence here this evening

warms my heat--heart. huh!

[gulp]

mademoiselle, your presence here

this evening warms my heart.

[kiss]

why, thank you.

[laughter and cheering]

i was just telling cogsworth

about the most wonderful book.

it's about a girl who lives with her stepmother,

a wicked woman who makes her stay inside

and work day and night.

of course, she becomes terribly lonely.

chandeliera, you're bright!

but of course!

i'm exceptionally intelligent.

doesn't take a genius to tell you that!

your light is too bright!

you'll spoil the mood.

"boil the food"? oh! goodness, no.

that's the cook's job.

but the evil stepmother forbids it--

not until her work is finished.

isn't that terrible?

is something wrong?

oh, uh, it's a little warm in here,

that's all. please continue.

i can see my own shadow!

rise up!

uh! "wise up"?!

oh, i won't stand for such insults!

i deserve respect!

shush. sh-shh. both of you.

you're creating a spectacle.

hmm.

belle: ...tells her fairy godmother

her predicament about the ball,

how she can't possibly finish her work,

and how she has nothing to wear

and no way to get there.

excuse me. open the window.

but, your eminence, the air could cause a chill.

very well.

please, continue.

so you won't believe what the fairy godmother does.

she casts a spell that solves

all the girl's problems.

but there's a catch.

it only lasts until midnight.

[growling] enough!

the window-- open the window!

but-- now!

opening the window.

oh!

are you still warm?

mm-hmm.

others are getting cold.

well, perhaps they should leave the room.

that's not very congenial.

what?

"congenial-- cordial,

pleasant, agreeable."

and for a definitive definition--

i don't have to be con-con--

well, it's my castle, and i make the rules.

just because it's your castle

doesn't mean you should be rude.

"rude--offensive,

primitive, abrupt"--

i know what it means.

belle: webster!

oh, no!

oh, you poor thing.

uh, dazed.

disoriented. uhh...

that was an awful thing to do.

you're acting rude and foolish.

[roars]

mrs. potts: belle simply refuses to leave her room.

well, i'll tell you what we must do.

we must solicit an apology.

the master's conduct last night was,

well, less than exemplary.

he is not the only one.

did you see her last night?

the way she hovered?

lumiere, it was not my intention

to outshine you.

i simply couldn't hear you, my dear.

[sniffs]

couldn't hear-- ha!

she's been using that excuse for years.

apologize?

she should apologize to me!

yes, master. of course, master.

[knocking]

[gasps]

[knocking]

cogsworth: down here.

you want me to apologize

to him?

i suppose i do owe him an apology--

for calling him rude, i mean.

so you'll do it?

yes. right after

he apologizes to me first.

lumiere: this must be put delicately.

leave it to me.

so, you see, she has agreed to apologize.

mmm.

yet there's one minor catch, however.

[roar]

[both scream]

[crash]

i will never apologize!

[roars]

mrs. potts: i'm beginning to wonder

if they'll ever speak to each other again.

if she does not love him

before the last petal falls,

we will all be enchanted forever.

i say we give it more time.

[all sigh]

easy for a clock to say.

there's certainly no point in fretting about it here.

it is up to us, mes amis!

we must act--

act now and act fast!

so...any ideas?

well, the boss ought to apologize.

in a word, yes.

but we can't do it for him.

why not?

[gasps]

with deep regret for my heedless conduct,

i therefore offer my apology

and beg your forgiveness.

short.

sweet.

sincere.

cogsworth, have you seen lumiere?

yes, but i'm sorry to report

he's avoiding you.

he just can't find it in his heart

to forgive, i'm afraid.

and all my own fault.

no, no, no, no, don't punish yourself.

he's too proud for his own good.

heavens!

oh!

a letter?

who could it be from?

hmm. i haven't the foggiest.

cogsworth: witherspoon!

it came from within the castle.

it must be from the master.

it is from him.

the trouble between us is over.

just look,mes amis.

what did i tell you?

now they will forgive and forget.

oh, what if they

found out it was us?

mum's the word.

no. huh?

don't say a word.

it's my turn to speak.

i'm here to apologize.

you are?

your graciousness has put me to shame.

it has?

i'm only sorry that it took me so long.

i want you to know

that i never meant to call you a fool.

i'm the one who's been foolish

and stubborn and petty

and unwilling to forgive.

i'm so happy you came.

then you'll forgive me?

of course.

belle: "as the carriage rolled forward,

"the girl looked back...

[eats loudly]

"at the flowering farm,

then drew herself up courageously for the"--

[chews loudly]

journey ahead."

do you like it so far?

beast: mm, yes.

keep reading.

"her childhood held such sweet"--

[chewing loudly]

"memories, which she would"--

[chewing loudly]

"cherish like precious gems."

mmm.

i'm sorry.

it's hard to read while you eat those.

but they're my favorite.

i can read later, if you like.

you're leaving?

no. i just can't read while you eat.

of course, you could eat them later.

mmm?

[grumbles]

very well.

[sigh]

oh... oh...

i must say, his highness

is most considerate this evening.

not at all.

and his temper, so controlled.

thank you.

we wouldn't want you to have to write

another letter of apology, would we?

huh? what do you mean?

[growls]

i was merely referring

to your letter to belle, master.

and i must say, never have i heard

an apology so eloquently worded.

i wrote no such letter!

huh! i don't understand.

are you taking back your apology?

it wasn't my letter!

but i have it.

show it to me.

if you insist.

it's in my room.

mrs. potts: webster?

hmm?

for goodness sake, come down here.

unh.

potts: la plume,

surely you can do better than that.

mrs. potts: and, crane, you're much too short

to be a map. come over here.

i want you to know

that i knew of your scheme from the start, gentlemen.

you're in hot water.

i suggest you boys confess to what you've done.

unless the truth is revealed,

he and belle will forever eye each other with distrust.

there--written on your stationery.

with my pen-- it's a forgery.

surely you're not suggesting i would do such a thing.

hmm.

whoo!

uh, master, um,

we have a confession to make.

the, um, letter, ha ha,

was, a, uh, a fa--

fraud, counterfeit,

sham, fake, a forgery.

[gasp]

i worded it.

and crane here--

oh!

aah!

[growls]

ooh, master, ooh!

[roars]

[screams]

[growls]

[teeth chatter]

ohh...

[growls]

[roars]

where are you?!

[breathes heavily]

[shudder]

come out, boys,

we know you're in here.

i won't hurt you. explain to me.

why would you do such a thing?

we merely wanted yourself

and our master to speak again.

[shiver]

stand aside.

let them go. i beg you.

they betrayed me.

please!

i can't bear to see them harmed.

[sighs]

very well. i will spare them.

but if they ever step foot in this castle again,

they will have to answer to me.

[growls]

please!

but they didn't mean--

silence!

[screaming]

beast: and anyone found giving them comfort

will be sorry!

webster: now where do we go?

la plume: let us march forth into town!

crane: and beg for help.

this is more than i can bear.

they can't survive out there.

there's nothing we can do about it now.

mmm...

[panting]

crane: oh, me pages are turned.

look, just up there!

we made it!

we made it! ha ha ha!

hooray!

oh, we're there!

how could we ever have doubted you?

it's town. it's really--

town?

yes, it is a pity,

but one can hardly blame the master.

after all, forgery is a crime.

belle: if anyone committed a crime, it was me.

none of this would've happened if i'd apologized.

i'm the one who should apologize, dear.

i knew about the forgery,

but i wanted so desperately

for you and the master to forgive each other.

[mrs. potts sniffs]

i must find them.

i'll ride after them, bring them back,

and--[gasps] there they are!

oh, they look awful.

cogsworth: no! you can't help them!

the master specifically stated--

crane: can you beat that?

town looks just like the castle.

itisthe castle.

and after we walked so far.

la plume, crane!

oh, webster.

come with me.

we must get you by the fire.

la plume: oh, no, no, no.

i'd rather freeze to death

in a wolf's stomach, thank you.

i'm not going to face the master.

that guy is a beast. he'll hurt us.

i don't think so. i'll speak to him.

he'll let you stay. i'm sure of it.

because deep down, he has a good heart.

we let things get so far out of hand.

you're the ones who suffered the most.

please forgive me.

oh, we'd be sorry friends

if we didn't forgive you.

oh, thank you.

belle: if only i could've said those same words to him.

oh, you poor things.

let's get you inside right away.

[door closes]

mrs. potts: that fire should have you

warm and toasty in no time, gentlemen.

yeah, good.

still no sign of the master.

hopefully, he won't be too upset.

upset? ha ha ha.

i dare say the master could react

far worse than that.

there. and you won't see me around

when he gets here. no, sir.

i'll be so far gone--

i have something to say.

[whimpering]

i've been difficult, i know.

and i'm sorry.

please, forgive me.

i forgive you.

and you-- will you forgive me?

oh, yes, yes, yes!

we all forgive you.

that was so easy.

i feel happy now,

happier than i can remember.

[sighing]

oh, everyone has been able

to forgive but me.

it's not too late to do something about it, dear.

mrs. potts: we're in for a treat, chandeliera.

oh, you don't say.

la plume, crane, and webster

have agreed to tell us all about

their adventures in the forest.

and i'm pleased to say

you'll be seeing an old colleague.

w-w-why would i want to see an old collie?

"colleague," dear.

"colleague."

la plume: we could see the whites of their eyes.

hear the ferocious panting

of their fetid, carnivorous,

lupine breath.

still we ventured forward

into the night,

for nothing could scare us,

not even vicious wolves.

ah-choo!

aah! aah!

oh, excuse me.

well, go on, go on.

you said you wanted to forgive.

give me time.

ow!

don't tell me,

you've come down to hear better.

no, lumiere, i have not.

so you admit it.

you lower yourself to burn brighter.

i lower myself

to work more closely with you.

oh? hmm.

we do work well together, don't we? heh.

chandeliera, please forgive me.

[laughs] oh, lumiere.

all you had to do was ask.

[happy music playing]

[music stops]

everything is so peaceful.

mrs. potts: it just goes to show,

for every problem there's a solution.

a solution often expressed in just a single word.

forgiveness--

"to put past differences aside."

it's quite a lovely evening.

perhaps you two would like to venture

onto the veranda,

while the rest of us

prepare the hors d'oeuvres?

hors d'oeuvres? what hors d'oeuvres?

uhh!

oh, yes, the hors d'oeuvres!

how silly of me. ha ha. let's go.

[playful music plays]

it's warm now.

soon it will be spring.

beautiful.

[dramatic music playing]

belle:?? there are times i think ??

?? that no one seems to listen ??

?? there are times i think they listen, but don't hear ??

?? there are times i think they hear ??

? ?? but something's missing ?

?? the thoughts behind the words aren't clear ??

?? so, i think they're saying something they're not saying ??

?? they think i mean something i don't mean at all ??

?? do we raise our voice, miscommunicating? ??

?? or simply say nothing at all ??

[birds chirp]

?? is there another way to say it ??

?? in a way that can be heard? ??

?? let me see if i can put it into words ??

?? i can hear you, you can hear me ??

?? when we listen with our hearts ??

[chirp]

?? i understand you, you understand me ??

?? that's the place where we can start ??

?? words of kindness and forgiveness ??

?? bring us closer, not apart ??

? ?? when we speak our minds ?

?? and listen with our hearts ??

?? i can hear you, you can hear me ??

?? when we listen with our hearts ??

?? i understand you, you understand me ??

?? that's the place where we can start ??

?? words of kindness and forgiveness ??

?? bring us closer, not apart ??

? ?? when we speak our minds ?

?? and listen with our hearts ??

?? and listen with our hearts ??

[music playing]

[music playing]

la plume: mademoiselle, are you all right?

you seem, uh, dizzy with fever.

some things are not always as they seem,

for i am dizzy with love.

ohh. [giggles]

ahh--

ah--ah--ah--

this dusting, it's a dirty job, no?

[laughs] but someone must do it.

come, fifi, my girl. time is of the essence.

aaaah-choo!

we must have this room...spotless.

[grumbling]

fifi: madame? heh.

oh.

do you know what day tomorrow is? [giggles]

uh, saturday?

a saturday unlike any other,

for it is the fifth anniversary

of my first date

with monsieur lumiere,

the light of my life.

[gasps] but i have a problem.

he surely has marvelous plans

for our evening.

surely.

perhaps i should dye my feathers?

no doubt he will take me for a moonlight serenade

or perhaps a quiet but elegant dinner for two.

what do you think, mademoiselle?

oh, i'm sure whatever it is,

it'll be a big surprise.

what?! our anniversary?

[grunts] of course, i remember

the first anniversary of our fifth date.

it's, uh, next, uh--

how's tuesday sound?

the fifth anniversary of your first date

is saturday. oh?

pardonnez-moi.[laughs] i must have wax in my ear.

i thought you said--

saturday.

goodness, no, my child. that's tomorrow.

tomorrow?!

sacre bleu!

i am, as we say, in hot water!

she may be expecting something...special.

but of course!

i knew that.

there is so much to prepare! i must have flowers.

[gasps] i must bathe.

i must polish. there must be music, moonlight.

i will tell her--tell her-- mmm--oh--oh, no.

what shall i tell her? i must have a speech.

"fifi, you are so feathery."

uh...

"fifi, words cannot express..."

ah!

"my one, my only, my--my--"

[window creaks]

[wind blowing]

[sniffs]

oh, my, my!

[gasps] aah! fire!

fire!

fire!

oh, dear! chip, get your brothers

and tell them to fill up first.

hurry!

[huffs]

cogsworth: all right, everyone, please remain calm.

aah! all right, single file, people.

containers to the front of the line.

[cogsworth shouting orders]

[struggling]

what?

all right, people, people, urgency, urgency.

come with me, mrs. potts.

oh, but, dear, i'm carrying the master's tea.

what will he say?

well, what will he say if the castle burns down?

[fire fizzles]

well done! yay!

[groans]

[sighs]

you've saved us all, my dear.

all right, show's over. nothing to see.

move along now. come, come. come, come.

orderly fashion. briskly, thank you.

now, if i might inquire,

who was responsible for--

[sighs] madame, there is no way to thank you,

except to say,

thank you, thank you, thank you.

what in the world were you doing, lumiere?

i was working on the speech

i would give to fifi on our anniversary.

speech? [chuckles]

surely you'll simply say what's in your heart.

madame, you cannot know much about women.

heh. monsieur, i know a little.

forgive me. i must rehearse.

ahem.

"fifi, your lips are redder

than the red of the reddest red rose."

how's it sounding?

rehearsed.

oh, impossible!

just tell her how you feel.

but i cannot speak the truth

which is in my heart. she'd never buy it.

[sobs] there is no hope.

lumiere, how can you say such things?

for me, words of love flow like water.

but sincerity?

it's honestly impossible.

then, monsieur, let me help you

find the words to speak your feelings.

you tell me everything about that first date,

and i'll help you put your deepest,

most honest feelings into words.

you are heaven-sent. mwah.

a beautiful angel from above.

now let us begin.

we cannot do it here. huh?

the little one might see us.

come,ma cherie,

we shall, as they say,

make beautiful music together.

[gasps] she pretends to be my friend

even as she ignites this burning passion

in my beloved lumiere.

it was a night of magic.

i began with a serenade.

[humming]

[gasps]

he serenades the awful creature...

just as he did me.

then we walked together into the night.

and they walk just as we walked.

the evening concluded

with a romantic sleigh ride

through the moonlit snow.

that's just how tomorrow night should be,

and i'll help you make it happen.

[gasps]

[sobs]

now, you must tell me

how you are honestly feeling about her.

i--heh heh--i was, uh--

she--she was, uh--

we--we were, uh--

ah! i cannot!

you can.

or perhaps it'll be easier

if you pretend that i am fifi.

[gasps] she has no shame.

oh.

tell me everything you'd tell her.

it is so difficult.

i want to.

you must know i want to more than anything.

[gasps] he weakens under the spell

of the wretched enchantress.

i am ready now.

i shall do it.

ohh.

her evil power is too great

for my beloved. [weeping]

remember, if she sees you,

you don't see her.

i don't know you, and you don't know me.

is that clear?

mm-mm. mm-mm.

ok. at precisely 9:47,

i want you and your friends--

fifi: lumiere? huh?

where are you going with that tuba?

what tuba?

belle: lumiere, heh,

weren't you coming to see me?

my dear, you must remember,

things are not always as they seem.

[humming]

[humming]

[fifi weeping]

what's this, then?

whatever's the matter, dear?

why the tears?

what...tears?

you tell mrs. potts

what's bothering you.

i'm sure whatever it is,

it can't be as bad as all that.

but, madame, if you were i,

and you'd just lost the man of your dreams,

you would cry, toooo!

mademoiselle, if i were you,

i'd have no trouble with men.

but the love of my life is no more,

and i don't know what to do to get him back.

mon ami,

the male will never respond

unless he has no choice,

unless he feels threatened.

i do not understand, monsieur.

jealousy!

that is the most powerful of all emotions.

when you make him jealous,

he is in your complete control.

ahh, merci.

when it comes to love, i wrote the book.

[eyebrows twitter]

[doors bang]

[grumbles]

highly irregular, old chap.

i've never heard of such nonsense.

i beg your assistance.

i have a post to man, sir.

can't just abandon it for some--

some frivolity!

goes against everything in the book,

don't you know?

sir, this is for a higher cause,

and this time the book...

is the book of love.

oh, heavens. sentimental hogwash.

so it shall be.

i only thought that this might serve

as a grand last gesture on your part,

seeing as how the master is looking

to downsize his collection of silver.

lumiere.

it's something i heard.

i know people in cutlery.

[grumbles]

how's that again?

mothballing the fleet, you say?

it's true, i have certain connections.

perhaps certain strings might be pulled.

oh. i am at your service, sir!

magnifique.

now, what we must do is--

cogsworth: lumiere!

what's all this dilly-dallying,

and why hasn't the master's--oh, hello--

why hasn't the ma--hmm?

ahh!

mr. cogsworth. [giggling]

aah! her again. pretend you do not see.

hmm.

i have been looking all over for you.

you big hunk of clock, you.

[giggling]

have you?

i mean--ahem-- you have?

uh, but why, young woman?

because you are so, so, so--

i'm so-so?

oh, no, heh. you aremagnifique.

oh, so, uh, how you say,

full of life. heh heh.

cogsworth? [whistles]

shh. we must ignore her.

but you,mon cher,

are always up to the minute, no?

heh heh heh heh.

well, yes, i do. it's true.

i try to keep up with the times. [chuckles]

this is getting embarrassing.

we should leave.

so in control,

so in charge,

and yet also with the devilish sense of humor.

what is your secret?

[chuckles]

uh...

[cuckoo] ah!

well, the-- [clears throat]

the secret of my comedy, madame, is--

[tick, tick, tick] timing. ha ha ha.

hmm. clock humor.

what is fifi trying to do?

she's probably just trying

to get out of her duties. let's go now.

well, then--ahem--

this is all very interesting, madame,

i assure you, but i really must insist...

oh! he is impossible!

that you return to your duties

this minute.

well...

yes, much better.

lumiere: hold still, my friend.

just a bit more.

[grunting]

really, this is quite unusual.

i can assure you,

it's not found in the code anywhere.

it's almost done.

only one more minor adjustment.

trust me. you will not feel a thing.

tomorrow night, lumiere shall proclaim his love

as he's never done before.

oh, doesn't it sound romantic, sultan?

arf! arf!

ah, yes, it shall be a night to remember,

a night of nights. the most perfect

and most romantic of all nights ever.

think of it, sultan, if you help us with this,

you shall be part of history.

no longer will you be treated

like a footrest,

even though you are a footrest.

oh, thank you, sultan.

you don't know how happy this makes us.

and so, she has triumphed, eh?

and this flirt not only steals my love,

she steals him

on the most important of all nights!

the night which should have been mine!

if i cannot have that joy,

no one shall.

yes, oui,that's it.

carefully, now.

don't cut all the way through.

yes, perfect.

[sinister laugh]

now i have done all i can do.

there is nothing left for me here.

fifi, where are you going?

oh, nowhere. heh...

[whispers] vixen.

i beg your pardon?

oh, nothing.

[whispers] backstabber.

ah, there you are, my love.

lumiere.

are you ready?

for what?

for the wonderful evening i have planned

for the two of us.

uh, um, uh,

which two?

you and me, of course.

heh. oh.

it's our anniversary.

is it?

why, uh, i'd totally forgotten.

shall we begin?

oh, lumiere.

[both playing]

[music stops]

ahh.

this'll be a night to remember.

hmm. it sure will.

[happy music playing]

lumiere: look at my nervous little dear,

fluttery as a sparrow.

you've always done that to me. heh.

[sleigh bumps] oh!

snow is on the ground,

a frigid winter chill is in the air,

and still my sweet feels warm.

you set my very heart aflame, heh. ahh.

[gasps]

[creaking]

relax, my love.

everything will be all right.

[sighs] yes.

i believe it will.

heh heh heh heh.

ho ho ho.

ah, lumiere.

what a fool i've been.

but a fool for love,

and there is no better kind.

[fifi sighs]

and now, my fifi,

there is something i wish to tell you.

yes, lumiere?

on this most perfect of evenings...

this, uh, this wonderful night with you

and me and the moon,

and the sleigh... ohh!

[snap]

lumiere: and the--the-- and the moon.

did i say "the moon"? oh!

and--sultan?!

where is sultan?

[panting]

mmm?

oh--oh--oh!

who's driving this thing?

uh, i was rather hoping you'd know the answer

to that, old chap.

lumiere: you must stop us at once!

well, sir, i was designed to serve punch,

not ferry people about in the snow.

rather new to this, you know!

[barks]

oh, my brave one! what shall we do?

there is only one thing to do.

we must scream like bloodless cowards.

help! aah!

help! aah!

[barks]

[soft scream]

listen. it sounds like lumiere

calling for help.

i believe it is.

hmm. fancy that.

i shouldn't think he'd need help.

but, mrs. potts, he's in trouble.

they're all in trouble. come--quickly!

[barking]

not that way, mon ami!

any way but that way!

i say, this isn't likely to end

well at all, is it?

lean to the left, my love.

[barks]

oh, my word!

that doesn't look safe at all.

what shall we do now?

now? i believe we shall perish.

[whimpers]

[gasp]

fifi, lumiere!

whoa! whoa!

[crash]

hold on, lumiere!

considering the option,

i have no intention of doing otherwise.

ping!

aah...

lumiere, save us!

i would if i could!

aah!

lumiere!

don't let go, my love!

i have an idea.

[cracking]

oh! this is all my fault.

if only i had trusted you.

you must know i love you

from the very bottom

of my heart, mon cher.

yes. and i--

yes?

i-- i'm listening!

i...

i am not going anywhere!

get a tight hold and don't let go.

one moment, if you will.

i--oh--oh, no!

oh, my-- no, no, no!

well, the words-- they escape me.

tell me, lumiere!

you--you are my one, my only, uh--

you are heaven-sent, a beautiful angel--

oh, fifi, plainly and simply,

i love you.

you do?

i do.

whoa! whoa!

whoa! whoa!

oh!

[all talk]

belle: oh, i'm so glad you're safe.

i'm afraid our anniversary

was far from perfect.

it has been an evening

i shall never forget.

do you suppose things will be all right now?

i mean, she seems happy.

sometimes things are just as they seem.

[music plays]

the weather has been dreadful.

never in all my years can i remember

a sun more reluctant to show itself.

not a single ray in weeks.

mrs. potts, are you all right?

hmm? oh, yes.

forgive me, dear.

i'm afraid these gray skies

have got me feeling blue.

melancholy.

a pitiful, dejected mood.

uh, yes. thank you, webster.

[sighs]

my mother was affected by the weather.

my father, too.

perhaps a little rest would make you feel better.

don't let this silly little mood i'm in

worry you, dear. i'll get over it.

after all, the grayer the day,

the more my tea soothes the soul.

care for a spot?

sounds wonderful.

don't tell me it's cold.

i'm afraid you forgot to add tea.

it's just warm water.

[gasps]

forgot to add tea?

i've never been so embarrassed.

don't be so hard on yourself.

everyone makes mistakes.

i must be losing me mind.

maybe you really should get some rest.

oh, i'm no good to anyone in this state.

try my room. it's nice and quiet.

who knows? you might wake up a new teapot.

ahh...thank you, love.

[beast snores]

cogsworth: i'm afraid all this precipitation

has triggered some terrible leaks.

he was up on the castle roof

repairing them all last night.

didn't catch a wink of sleep.

lumiere: best to let him sleep, then.

yes, i'm certainly not going to wake him.

why, i'd rather wake a bear in hibernation.

and advise us, please,

when this awful weather will stop.

witherspoon, dispatch this at once.

[groans]

ohh. ohh.

oh!

so sorry.

she's normally the most cheerful soul in the castle.

why, just this morning

she sat here at the table

looking so gloomy,

i--i didn't know what to say.

i've sent in inquiry to a friend of mine

who claims to be able to predict the weather.

maybe he'll know when our erratic teapot

will be back to normal.

that's very considerate of you,

but we shouldn't wait

for the weather to cheer her up.

we should do it ourselves.

of course!

couldn't have said it

better myself.

i can't count the number of times

she's been there when i needed her,

to listen to me,

to cheer me up when i'm sad.

she's been like a mother to me.

me, too!

ha ha!

everyone knows

she's the heart of this castle.

i most heartedly agree with belle.

we must act. we must take this

bull of depression by the horns,

wrestle it to the ground,

and pummel it into submission!

actually, i had something

a little more fun in mind.

how about a party?

a party?!

we're gonna throw a party for mama!

a small affair,

just to let her know we love her.

and we must have a cake.

an occasion of this sort

simply shouts for one.

chef bouche, could you whip up

a little something?

"a little something?"

mademoiselle, chef bouche does not do"little."

no, no, of course you don't.

i--i said "little" because i thought

that only a master such as yourself

could create a little masterpiece.

a cake that in its simplicity

would be elegant and delectable.

chef bouche would be delighted.

now, unless i'm mistaken,

angel's food is her favorite.

your heart is

in the right place, mon ami,

but devil's food

is mrs. potts' favorite cake.

lumiere's right.

mrs. potts is a saucy soul.

she likes the devil's food.

chaud, with all due respect, my love,

i must side with

monsieur cogsworth on this.

the cake should be angel's food.

oh, that is just like you.

you always think you're right.

of course i am right.

i am the right hand, am i not?

don't start your word games with me, tr��s. i--

silence!

chef bouche will not have

such discord on his staff!

we can decide all this later.

after all, working together

to plan this party is half the fun.

fun until monsieur know-it-all--

don't start, chaud.

i shall whip up

the necessary ingredients--

under your direction, of course.

cogsworth: might i also suggest music to accompany

the presentation of the cake?

good idea! we shall choose a melody

that enhances the mood.

well, then. i'll leave it to you two

to select the music.

oh, and we mustn't forget flowers--

always the way to a woman's heart.

i certainly hope none of this activity

will wake the master.

right now a mardi gras wouldn't wake him.

he'll sleep all day, and i don't blame him.

after all that work on the roof,

i myself would be out like a light.

remember, not a word of this to your mother.

ok, don't worry.

my lips are sealed.

[laughs]

[tuba and concertina music plays]

concertina, that's a sharp in measure 4.

tubalu, let's try up an octave.

right.

[gasps]

maestro, i could use a break.

these lively french melodies are murder.

what?! i'll give you a break

when you play it right.

[door creaks, shuts]

what was that infernal racket?

i'm surprised you don't recognize the work

of the maestro michel de la land.

i thought the circus had come to town.

ha ha ha ha. well said, that.

dreadful piece. completely inappropriate.

you, i suppose, have something better.

well, yes, as a matter of fact,

i shall be composing

an original symphony for the event,

an opus of sorts.

what do you think?

i think you're wound up a little too tight.

be that as it may, tubalu and concertina

have already agreed to perform my piece.

[wheezes]

well, cogsworth did approach us first, lumiere.

but we made no promise to him exclusively.

we can play for both of you.

there isn't time.

the cake is rolled in, and that's it.

very well, then. we'll both prepare.

lumiere: and let belle decide who will conduct.

angel's food.

devil's food!

mixer: please, my friends,

a little cooperation--

for the sakes of our jobs!

please! i beg of you,

if the chef overhears such--

what is going on here?

[screams]

nothing, sir.

proceeding with blending, sir.

stop with this incessant bickering at once.

now get back to work!

angel's food. devil's food.

ah, so much to choose from!

lilies--

now there's a flower that makes a statement.

yes, "welcome to the funeral."

that's the statement.

but roses--

ah, they are a different story.

fine, do as you will.

i'm picking lilies.

[cogsworth hums]

cogsworth: oh! oh, i...

ah, mrs. potts,

up and around, are you?

there's only so much rest one can have in a day.

my, what lovely lilies.

whoever are they for?

the--why, uh--

they're, uh-- the master, of course.

the master? you can't be serious.

oh... flowers have become

quite important to his eminence.

he requested lilies be brought

to his room at once-- demanded it, in fact.

how very strange.

in all my years, he's never shown

the slightest interest in them.

obviously, he's turned over,

um, a new leaf-- ha ha ha.

ahh, too bad-- can't wake him.

we'll have to do it later.

nah, don't be silly. he's out like a log.

we'll just place them about quietly.

this is going to look lovely.

belle: chef bouche, what is it?

are you all right?

oh! these 2 mitts--

they're driving me crazy, you know.

oh, please, please.

someone take them off

chef bouche's delicate hands.

angel's food. devil's food.

are you two still bickering?

ok, look.

what if we have a 2-layer cake, hmm?

one layer can be angel's food.

the other can be devil's food.

hmm, it has--

possibilities.

please, all of you, try to work together.

this should be fun.

and we're running out of time.

in fact, let's find lumiere and cogsworth

and tell them the same thing.

[chef grumbles]

"work together"-- bah!

has she not heard

that too many cooks spoil the broth?

why won't everybody work together?

you need my mama for that.

you are so right, chip.

and to think she's the one person

we can't tell about the party.

well, there's irony for you.

oh, i wouldn't give him any ironing, dear.

he's just a teacup.

"irony," chandeliera, not "ironing."

oh, yes. ahem. ha ha.

cogsworth: then, for the last repeat,

descend in half steps,

still playing pizzicato, to e-sharp,

ending with a flourish on the harp.

we don't have a harp.

well, flourish on the tuba, then.

now for my fifth movement...

get those roses to the parlor

before mrs. potts sees you.

she's up and about now.

cogsworth: ah, but it's too late.

she's coming. hide.

hide. if she sees those,

you'll have to take them to the master.

why would he have to do that?

it's a long story.

mrs. potts: hello, everyone.

good day, mrs. potts.

sorry the weather hasn't changed.

i'm trying to keep me chin up, but--

is that a rose?

indeed.

why, there's another and another.

lumiere,

what are you doing with all those flowers?

w-what do you think i'm doing?

more flowers for the master?

why, uh, yes.

[beast snores]

mrs. potts: oh, i hope that'll make him happy.

[chuckling] yes, and thanks very much

for your, ha ha, help, mrs. potts.

oh, you're most welcome.

i'm glad to be able to do

something to help around here.

come along, chip. time for your bath.

someone want to explain to me

what's going on?

he started it. he started it.

oh!

roses were too obvious a choice.

roses say, "i love you"

in a way lilies can only dream of.

well, because of your bickering,

mrs. potts won't have either.

oh, i can only imagine what he's going to think.

[grumbles]

[sniffs]

mmm...

because my music is superior.

lumiere's has no sense of time!

and yours, my friend, has no emotion.

all the more reason

you two should work together.

you each have something to offer the other.

yes. for example, i have talent.

keep it. i wouldn't want to take

the little that you have.

i have heard enough.

this party isn't about either of you.

it's about our dear friend mrs. potts,

and fighting isn't going

to make her feel any better.

[door shuts]

[cogsworth sings]

and here, mm-hmm,

as the cake enters the parlor,

it builds majestically.

perhaps i could offer

a slight suggestion with the melody.

witherspoon!

our weather prediction.

aha!

cogsworth: no, wait!

no! not the music!

oh, no!

my masterpiece!

that was deliberate!

no, i swear!

cross my heart and hope to melt.

you'll be sorry for this!

but it was an accident.

aah!

chef: enough!

now the devil's food.

my, you all look so efficient.

chef bouche has things under control.

soon the batters will be ready to bake.

warm the oven.

i'm so glad to see you all working together.

keep it up.

tr��s.

we both wanted this cake to be angel's food, right?

oh, but yes!

a heavenly taste for a heavenly creature.

yes, but we compromised for lumiere and chaud.

thus, the unfortunate devil's food layer.

but what if the angel's food half were larger

than the devil's food?

what?! you want to make

our side of the cake larger?

shh. yes.

think how grand it would be,

especially next to that

bland angel food catastrophe

cogsworth and tr��s forced upon us.

tr��s may be my husband, but he has no taste.

i couldn't agree more.

all i'm saying is,

add a few extra eggs...

some baking soda, hmm? little yeast, perhaps.

ahh! it would be huge!

have you seen mrs. potts?

the coast is clear, dearie.

i've got a problem-- the flowers.

somehow they ended up

with the beast in his room.

oh, dear me!

no telling how the master will react,

though i'm sure you've noticed

things he doesn't understand

have a tendency to enrage him.

that's the last thing mrs. potts needs right now.

[beast snores]

[grumbles]

[grumbles]

huh!

goodness, child!

you look like you've just seen a ghost

or a beast, ha ha.

that was foolish. i almost woke him.

well, did you get the flowers?

almost.

oh, dear.

well, maybe we won't have

any flowers for the party,

but i'm sure chef bouche's cake

will turn out beautifully.

hope springs eternal, heh heh.

chef: help, someone!

the cake--she has gone terribly wrong!

oh, no! i think i overdid it!

i think i overdid it, too!

you mean...

uh-oh.

typical, the left hand has no idea

what the right hand is doing.

help! someone, help!

cogsworth, lumiere, hurry! hurry!

[groans]

it won't budge.

pull harder!

look out!

[explosion]

what on earth happened?

chef bouche's cake was destroyed

by saboteurs!

[groans]

[groans]

why am i not surprised?

it's all his fault!

he and tr��s ruined my exquisite cake

with the blasphemous angel's food.

after you and chaud destroyed my masterpiece

by insisting on that infernal devil's food.

chef: that is it!

there shall be no cake!

what? no cake for mama's party?

what?

oops.

we wanted to cheer you up, but--

i'm afraid this doesn't cheer me up one bit.

[sighs] if anything, i feel worse.

belle: here, let's get you by a fire.

but--but what about the party?

i'm afraid there won't be one, chip.

chip: i don't understand.

why no party?

i'm the one responsible.

i'm so, so sorry.

don't fret, dear.

your intentions were good.

it just pains me to see such fighting

among those so dear to me.

i know.

please try not to think about it now.

try to relax.

i hope you're not too disappointed, chip,

but a party should be a happy occasion,

not one that turns friends against each other.

i understand.

lumiere: once again,

we've made fools of ourselves.

and disappointed a good friend.

we must show belle we can do it.

we must show her that we can throw a party

without arguing.

or blowing anything up,

ha ha ha.

perhaps, if we give our most

sincere apologies to chef bouche,

he might bake us another cake.

it's worth a try.

even he can't stay mad forever.

then it is settled.

the party must go on!

what in heaven's name?

surprise!

[gasps] oh, my!

mesdames et messieurs,

it is a pleasure for me to stand before you

with my good friend and colleague

in honor of this great lady.

mrs. potts has given us the most important gift

anyone can offer-- true friendship.

[clanging]

we want you to know how much we all love you, mrs. potts.

i'm speechless!

lumiere: your good cheer is priceless.

cogsworth: timeless, too. heh.

we're lost without you.

mrs. potts: thank you.

thank you all.

and this is so wonderful, all the more so

because you did it together.

all: look!

look how beautiful.

the sun.

that should cheer you up.

oh, but you already have.

each and every one of you.

[groaning]

[sniffing]

hmm? hmm.

mm. hmm?

ah-ah-ah--

aaaah-choo!

[music playing]

belle:?? did you ever wonder what it's like ??

?? to wonder from a different point of view? ??

?? to try and see life differently ??

?? while doing what somebody else might do? ??

?? imagine seeing through a set of different eyes ??

?? you just might be surprised ??

?? you just might realize ??

?? that somebody might be wondering ??

?? and wonder what it's like to be like you ??

?? a little thought ??

?? a little care ??

?? a little "when you ever need me, i'll be there" ??

?? a little give ??

?? a little take ??

?? a little "it's ok to make a small mistake" ??

?? a little time ??

?? a little space ??

?? a little chance to help somebody find their place ??

?? it isn't much, but it means a lot ??

?? it's not a little thing to have a little thought ??

?? a little thought ??

?? a little care ??

?? a little "when you ever need me, i'll be there" ??

?? a little give, a little take ??

[snap]

?? a little "it's ok to make a small mistake" ??

?? a little time ??

?? a little space ??

?? a little chance to help somebody find their place ??

?? it isn't much ??

?? but it means a lot ??

?? it's not a little thing to have a little thought ??

[music stops]

[music playing]

[wind whistling]

beast: cogsworth, where are you?!

co-o-o-ogsworth!

you, uh, bellowed, sir?

the girl will join me for lunch tomorrow.

excellent idea, sir,

perhaps a string quartet to provide m--

there should be music.

lovely touch.

and... fresh flowers.

[laughs] if i have to grow them in my room overnight.

i want the best linens.

naturally. the finest china.

goes without saying.

and matchless silver.

nothing less.de rigueur. most certainly.

and my cape is still torn!

[grunts]

but i sent the sewing basket up

a week ago.

i--i--i have no idea why--

cogsworth,

are you losing control of your staff?

[high voice] me, sir? no, sir.

heavens, no.

see that you don't.

[ominous music playing]

and, uh...

what does master wish for his luncheon?

perfection.

nothing less.

[shrieks]

wardrobe: really, master's a lovely fellow,

if you can overlook a few things...

oh!

like his personality, his appearance,

his manners, personal hygiene,

taste in clothes,

no sense of humor whatsoever,

and that breath! well, it--

ah-ah-choo!

oh, what brought that on?

the only thing i'm allergic to

is b-b-bi-bi-bi--

a bird. look.

[doors slamming] oh, my! oh, me! oh, dear!

oh, the master, he will--oh!

he doesn't care for animals much.

but it's only a tiny bird.

the master likes birds least of all.

you can't be serious.

beast, banging on door: hello? are you in there?

oh! oh, do something with it, my dear, quickly.

quickly, dear!

oh, no, not there, of all places!

beast: if you're there, open the door!

oh. um,

what took you so long?

[sneezing]

[sneezing]

[drawers rattle]

[sighs]

ok, heh,

who's wearing cashmere?

there's cashmere in the room. [laughs]

is it me, or is it really hot in here?

[growls]

ahem, ahem. uh, the invita--

the invita-a-- yes.

the invitation, master.

oh, yes.

you're having lunch with me!

[cuckoo] am i?

you are.

i am not.

[clears throat]

perhaps the master might be

a bi-i-i-i-t more gracious.

why should i?

[mumbles]

precisely my point.

you--well, you shouldn't.

she's out of line.

where was she raised, in a barn? ha ha ha.

she is new to the castle, sire.

a--ahem--certain courtesy

might be afforded her.

hmm. as always,

you're--hmm--right, mrs. potts.

heh. apple polisher.

perhaps you will join me for lunch,

if you have no other plans.

i hardly have plans.

but since you put it that way,

i accept.

you see? it's all in the asking.

mademoiselle, you'll be expected

at exactly 12:00 sharp, on the dot, precisely.

[jingles]

[sniffing] hmm.

what is that smell?

uh, smell? uh, what smell?

uh, i don't smell any bird. did i say bird?

i mean, brr. brr? brr!

brr! brrrrrrr!

ooh! [laughs]

is it me, or is it really cold in here?

[growls] i know i smell something.

no, i'm--i'm afraid it's just the sock drawer.

[laughs] yeah,

i've been meaning to air it out. ha ha.

wardrobe: oh, we are talking close. ha ha.

one more step from the big guy,

and i'd have been history. firewood! ha ha.

life flashing before my eyes,

heart pumping like mad. whoo! what a rush!

what could he possibly have

against a little bird like this?

well, it's beautiful, lovely, and sweet.

everything he's not.

oh, no, his wing. it's broken.

mrs. potts: i thought something was amiss, miss.

mrs. potts! i--that--we--

[laughs] i--

don't get your drawers in an uproar, love.

your secret's safe with me.

[bird twittering]

oh, dear thing.

he has had a rough time, hasn't he?

how can we help?

he looks funny

with a stick under his arm.

[tweet] [laughs]

it's a splint, chip,

to hold the wing in place while it heals.

[laughs] his feathers are tickling me.

are you ready for me yet, dear?

not too warm, is it?

i've given a bath or two in my time, love.

she makes me take one most every day,

whether i need it or not.

all right then, here we go.

cogsworth: attention. straighten that line out.

that file is rank. ahem. hey, hey, hey.

settle down, time is wasting.

now, i suppose you're all wondering

why you're all here today.

well, you're here because i summoned you,

because, heh heh, when cogsworth speaks,

people listen.

but enough about me. [chuckles]

assuming, of course, there could ever be

enough about me.

now, as you know, the master has requested--

lumiere: oh ho ho ho.

lumiere.

will you stop chasing her?

that, monsieur, is my one goal in life.

ahem. as i was saying--

[clinking]

do you mind?

thank you.

as i wa--

that will do!

as i--

[happy music playing]

people!

people, people, people!

hey!

i simply do not understand.

the cutlery's cutting up,

the dishes won't heed my wishes.

even the goose p��t? won't obey.

there, there, love. let me help you.

[train whistle]

all right, then, my dears,

we really must be getting on

with our chores.

the master's having belle to lunch, and--

[mumbles] and i will tolerate

nothing less than perfection.

now, the first order of business--

[happy music playing]

again? [whines]

may i?

come on, now.

let's get a move on, shall we?

dishes to the kitchen for a scrubbing.

silverware, off you go for a polish.

linens, well, let's get those wrinkles out.

everyone else, you know what to do.

but--but--but i--

why did they do--

what did you exactly--

it's all in knowing how to talk to them.

nice and sweet like.

nice and sweet, indeed.

it's this mollycoddling

which has made them such a discipline problem.

they need to be brought back under control.

that is what they need,

and i have the firm little hand

that can bring that about. [door slams]

[wind blows]

where is she?

i don't know, sir.

um, what time is it?

i don't know, sir.

you don't know?

of course i know. ha ha ha.

i am, after all, the, uh, clock,

and it is exactly-- [dong]

oh. 12:07 p.m.

[roars and snarls]

per-ha-haps she's still, uh, dressing.

best be a better reason than that.

[chirping]

[chirping]

now then, are you hungry?

i am hungry!

[boing]

perhaps she thought i meant...

12:00 midnight? for lunch?!

might i suggest, sire, that you sit patiently--

perhaps a quick game of solitaire--

and wait for the girl--

i'm going to go get her!

no one, but no one,

pays the least bit of attention to a word i say!

i'll show them.

i shall sit here.

let them get by without me for a while.

maybe then they'll listen to a few--

are you coming or not?

aah! right behind you, sire.

merely stopped to tie my shoes.

[laughs] and since i don't wear shoes,

it took a bit longer than i expected.

rest is what you need.

what's keeping you?!

[twitters]

oh, yes, heh.

i forgot all about you.

you...forgot?

well, i--

you see, i, uh--

the truth is, i found a bird today, and--

you found a what?

it's a bird. he was wounded.

that makes no difference.

there are no such creatures

allowed in my castle.

you will get rid of it immediately.

i'll do nothing of the sort.

you won't? well, of course, you--

he needs me.

i'm taking care of him.

i bathed him, bandaged him,

fed him, and--

you were supposed to eat with me.

he's had a serious injury.

he needs my attention.

i want that bird out of my castle....

but-- now!

[twitters and shrieks]

come back here!

somebody catch that thing.

yes, of course. uh, catching, sir.

i-i-i'm getting it. no, to your left.

no, no, no, move away. over there.

let me reach.

i can't quite grab it.

uhh! [growls]

[gasps]

[grunting and growling]

oh, no!

[jingles]

is he all right?

i think so.

please...

please, wake up.

oh, let's don't gather too qu--

[gasps] master.

[twittering]

[moans]

[sighs]

hmm.

that's...beautiful.

heh. i was trying to tell you.

such a wonderful sound.

[snarls]

the bird must never leave the castle.

i'll keep him in a cage in the parlor.

but he'll be well soon.

he's no longer your concern.

you can't keep him in a cage.

he needs to be free.

he is free...

to sing for me.

i won't let you!

it is not your place to talk that way to me.

the bird is mine.

i've spoken, and there's no more to be said.

i'll be taking lunch in the parlor.

he can't do this.

mrs. potts: don't lose hope, love.

once you've lost that,

you've lost everything.

cogsworth: our luncheon is to be rescheduled

for 1:00 in the-- [clinking]

that's it.

if you two cannot cut the mustard,

your services will not be required.

[zing]

oh, cogsworth.

they're only young children.

a couple of, uh, cutups.

i do not seek your advice.

to the silver drawer with the both of you.

you are not castle caliber.

perhaps you'd like to join them?

from now on,

this is how things shall be,

for i, and i alone,

am in charge.

what's the matter with you?

why don't you sing?

look lively, now.

that's it.

i don't have all day.

now sing.

cogsworth: perhaps--ahem--

if you sang, sir,

the bird might sing, too.

hmm. yes.

that's a good idea.

you do it.

[cuckoo] [gulps]

you're jo--uh, me?

but i--[laughing]

i'm tone-deaf.

i know absolutely nothing about music,

except, obviously, how to keep time.

sing.

[clears throat] yes, singing.

[singing off key]

beast: that's-- that's terrible.

enough.

enough! go get belle!

your wish is my command. whatever your heart desires,

i will always-- go!

i'm gone.

[clears throat]

[humming]

[sighs]

you're never gonna sing for me, are you?

the master requests your presence

in the parlor immediately,

if not sooner.

i'm busy.

you are? well, be that as it may,

madame, and i doubt if it is,

you are to come with me at this moment.

oh, very well.

[chirping]

why won't you sing for me?! you're staying in my castle.

the least you could do is sing!

why do you yell at the poor thing

as if you own him?

i command him to sing. why won't he?

because he isn't happy.

do you think you'd sing if you were in a cage?

he must obey me!

why don't you let him out?

he'd get away.

would you blame him? i would, too, if--[gasps]

if only you'd treat him with respect,

he'll be happy.

if he's happy, he'll sing.

no! this bird shall sing for my pleasure,

and mine alone.

it is my order.

your orders, sir, are words and words alone.

they have no meaning to the bird, or me!

[doors slam]

[beast roars]

how dare she speak to me like that?

[snarls]

[sighs]

oh!

i can hardly see the spout in front of me face.

my word, dearie.

what's become of your flame?

[sighs] no light from me

can brighten the black darkness

which has befallen our castle.

belle: do you think you'd sing if you were in a cage?

[shrieks and twitters]

[growls]

[doors echo]

[gasps]

beast: the time has come.

[chirping]

[chirping]

we must see if you've healed.

all right, then.

you must go free.

[bells toll]

[struggles] quiet! hush! stop that now!

uh, perhaps master should keep a tighter grip

on the creature, lest he, you know, fly off

into the castle.

that isn't necessary.

ah, knocked the fight right out of him,

eh, have you? ha ha.

no.

he stays because he trusts me.

heh. isn't it amazing?

uh...mm-hmm.

come, watch.

go on, now. fly.

[chirps]

[laughs]

[shrieks and twitters]

[both gasp]

[dramatic music playing]

[shrieks]

[gasps] oh, my heavens, no.

i must save him.

[gasps]

[struggling]

master! uhh!

aaaaaah-haaa!

cogsworth: i wonder, if you--heh--

have the time, might you be able to save us as well?

in a minute, cogsworth.

cogsworth: oh, no. no--no problem, really.

i wasn't going anywhere...i hope.

mrs. potts!

[struggling]

hold on!

i have no intention of disobeying.

ah, now i remember.

i had meant to have that cape mended.

[screaming]

cogsworth!

[all gasp]

can you forgive me, my friends?

i thought i might demand your respect,

rather than earn it.

ah, i suppose it's fitting

that i should end up this way.

alone, helpless...

aaah!

and now it would seem my time has run out!

aaaaaaah!

[boing]

my, how time flies.

hmm. [laughs]

[happy music playing]

very good.

nicely done.

you're looking wonderful.

ah--ah--ah. let me give you a hand.

it's your friend. huh?

[twittering]

he's come back.

lumiere: ahh...

love is most definitely in the air.

cogsworth: and it begins, uh, lumiere,

with trust, with mutual respect.

as i have always said,

all relationships must be firmly based on that.

one must build on a firm foundation

of trust and respect

in order to flourish and flow,

nourish and grow,

always attentive to the needs of the other,

and honesty.

utter honesty is the key...

[music playing]