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(SINGING) Deck the halls
with boughs of holly
with boughs of holly
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Fa-la-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
_________________________________
'Tis the season to be jolly
_________________________________
Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
_________________________________
Don we now our gay apparel
_________________________________
Fa-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la
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-(SULTAN BARKING)
-(LAUGHING)
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Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
_________________________________
Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
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CHIP: Whoa!
CHIP: Whoa!
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(BARKING)
_________________________________
Deck the halls
with boughs of holly
_________________________________
Ha-ha. There must be much,
much more holly.
_________________________________
_________________________________
'Tis the season to be...
_________________________________
What's this? There's too much holly.
_________________________________
Whoa! Slow down, lad.
_________________________________
Don we now our gay apparel
_________________________________
No, no, no, no more mistletoe.
_________________________________
(MRS. POTTS HUMMING)
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
MRS. POTTS: Chip, away from
MRS. POTTS: Chip, away from
those presents, dear.
_________________________________
_________________________________
(SULTAN BARKING)
_________________________________
CHIP: Mama, I found one for me!
CHIP: Mama, I found one for me!
_________________________________
Can I open it, Mama? Can I?
_________________________________
-Well, just one.
-Oh, boy!
_________________________________
It's good to see the boy
having a proper Christmas.
_________________________________
(SNARLING)
_________________________________
Not like last year.
_________________________________
(CHUCKLES) Yes.
(CHUCKLES) Yes.
This is much more agreeable.
_________________________________
Well, I thought last year
_________________________________
Well, I thought last year
was quite nice.
_________________________________
Yes, well, I suppose I...
I did manage to save Christmas.
_________________________________
-You?
-Yes, me.
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
If not for my skillful
and decisive leadership,
_________________________________
all would've been lost.
_________________________________
Leadership? Ha!
You could not lead a horse to water.
_________________________________
COGSWORTH:
COGSWORTH:
What are you yammering about?
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
It was all my idea.
_________________________________
Your idea?
Everyone knows it was mine.
_________________________________
Heavens. How many times are
we going to have to go over this story?
_________________________________
-Story?
-Until someone gets his facts straight.
_________________________________
-Why don't you tell it, Mama?
-COGSWORTH: Capital idea.
_________________________________
Well, I don't know.
_________________________________
Come now, Mrs. Potts.
_________________________________
Surely you recall
how I saved Christmas.
_________________________________
Tut-tut-tut-tut. No leading the witness.
_________________________________
Please, Mama, tell the story.
_________________________________
Oh, all right.
_________________________________
LUMIERE: Ah! Now we will hear
LUMIERE: Ah! Now we will hear
what really happened.
_________________________________
Well, let's see.
_________________________________
Belle, terrified by the master's anger,
_________________________________
ran away from the castle
_________________________________
straight into a pack of wolves.
_________________________________
But the master saved her.
_________________________________
They began to be friends.
_________________________________
LUMIERE: Ah-ah-ah.
LUMIERE: Ah-ah-ah.
_________________________________
That's where I came in.
_________________________________
CHIP: Where could he be?
MRS. POTTS: Goodness knows.
CHIP: Where could he be?
MRS. POTTS: Goodness knows.
_________________________________
We've searched every last corner.
_________________________________
COGSWORTH: I'm beginning to think
COGSWORTH: I'm beginning to think
he's not in the castle at all.
_________________________________
Voilà! There he is!
_________________________________
-Wonderful!
-(GASPS) No time to waste.
_________________________________
We must find a way
to get them together.
_________________________________
LUMIERE: Let's go! Love will not wait.
LUMIERE: Let's go! Love will not wait.
_________________________________
You really think she's the one?
Will she break the spell?
_________________________________
(PANTING) I knew it from the moment
I set eyes on her.
_________________________________
If anyone can reach the master,
Belle can. Such a kind soul.
_________________________________
LUMIERE: And her looks
LUMIERE: And her looks
don't hurt either.
_________________________________
(CHIP GIGGLING)
_________________________________
Wait for me! (PANTING)
_________________________________
-Hi, Belle.
-Oh, hello.
_________________________________
Chip, do you know what day it is?
_________________________________
Well, it's not Tuesday...
_________________________________
No, silly. Today is December 24th.
_________________________________
-The day before Christmas.
-And what a beautiful day it is.
_________________________________
A wonderful day for a morning stroll.
_________________________________
Yes, yes. Nothing starts the day
like a brisk walk around the grounds.
_________________________________
CHIP: Yeah!
CHIP: Yeah!
Or you could go ice-skating.
_________________________________
-Ha-ha. Wahoo!
-Yes, fresh air, exercise. Ha-ha.
_________________________________
-(BACK CREAKING)
-In moderation, of course.
_________________________________
(SNORING)
_________________________________
MRS. POTTS: Come along, Belle, dear.
MRS. POTTS: Come along, Belle, dear.
The great outdoors awaits.
_________________________________
CHIP: Yeah, let's go!
CHIP: Yeah, let's go!
_________________________________
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
Oh. Good morning.
_________________________________
Huh? Whoa... (GRUNTS)
_________________________________
(LOW GROWL)
_________________________________
Oh, dear. Are you all right?
_________________________________
Uh... Uh...
_________________________________
I fell and I landed on my...
On... On the ice.
_________________________________
It's pretty slippery.
_________________________________
Yes, it's slippery.
_________________________________
This is a perfect day for skating.
_________________________________
Come on. (GIGGLING)
_________________________________
Hmm?
_________________________________
Come on.
_________________________________
No.
_________________________________
(GRUNTS)
_________________________________
-Go on, Master. It might be fun.
-Go for it!
_________________________________
Hmm. Hmm?
_________________________________
-(CHIP LAUGHING)
-(BARKING)
_________________________________
CHIP: Come on!
COGSWORTH: Not so fast.
CHIP: Come on!
COGSWORTH: Not so fast.
_________________________________
Ooo-ooo la-la.
_________________________________
(COGSWORTH SIGHS)
_________________________________
Come on. Why don't you try it like this?
_________________________________
One, two, three. One, two, three.
See? It's easy.
_________________________________
One, two, three.
_________________________________
Ho-ho-ho.
_________________________________
Yes, I think this may work.
_________________________________
(ALL LAUGHING)
_________________________________
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
_________________________________
(CONTINUES PLAYING)
_________________________________
(MUSIC ENDS)
_________________________________
Bravo! Bravo! Encore!
_________________________________
(CHUCKLES)
_________________________________
Fife, you approve?
_________________________________
Oh, Maestro, it's magnificent!
_________________________________
Oh, come along. It's merely an opera
_________________________________
to bring the house down. (LAUGHING)
_________________________________
-Ooh!
-(GRUNTING)
_________________________________
Is there a part for a piccolo?
_________________________________
Absolutely.
_________________________________
(MELODIC MUSIC PLAYING)
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
Solo for Fife in B-flat.
_________________________________
-Ooh. I'd do anything for a solo.
-Yes.
_________________________________
I know. Now, Fifey,
_________________________________
in the midst of my crescendo,
_________________________________
I thought I heard merriment
outside the window.
_________________________________
Have a little look-see, will you?
_________________________________
(LAUGHING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
Wow! Would you look at that?
_________________________________
Well, I think I might.
I'll just pick myself up and...
_________________________________
Oh!
_________________________________
What's this? Heavens, look.
_________________________________
I'm bolted to the wall!
_________________________________
Oh, right.
_________________________________
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
_________________________________
Um, the master is skating.
_________________________________
Skating? Why on earth
would he do a thing like that?
_________________________________
Probably because that
pretty girl is holding his hand.
_________________________________
-What? Belle?
-Hey.
_________________________________
Maybe if she falls in love with him,
the spell will be broken,
_________________________________
and we'll be human again!
_________________________________
-(BLARING)
-(SCREAMS)
_________________________________
Trust me, Fife.
_________________________________
-Humanity is entirely overrated.
-(GRUNTS)
_________________________________
Before the enchantment,
there was no need
_________________________________
for my particular brand of genius.
_________________________________
But now the master needs my melodies
_________________________________
to feed his tormented soul.
_________________________________
I am his confidant
_________________________________
and his best friend.
_________________________________
And I won't let some peasant girl
ruin it for me!
_________________________________
(MUSIC BLARING)
_________________________________
Fife, see to it that this blossoming love
_________________________________
withers on the vine.
_________________________________
Yes, Maestro Forte. (CHUCKLES)
_________________________________
One, two, three.
_________________________________
One, two, three. One, two, three.
One, two, three.
_________________________________
I think I've got it! (GRUNTS)
_________________________________
(GIGGLES)
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________
Hey, down in front. I wanna see.
_________________________________
Let me see. I wanna see, too!
_________________________________
(HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLE)
_________________________________
ALL: Shh!
_________________________________
(GROANS)
_________________________________
Quiet. Oh, this is very promising.
_________________________________
Ah, yes, there is something in the air.
_________________________________
-(SULTAN BARKS)
-Could it be love?
_________________________________
Love? Oh, oh, oh, ooh.
_________________________________
Uh. Oh. Oh.
_________________________________
I've got to stop them.
_________________________________
Oh!
_________________________________
(SCREAMING)
_________________________________
Help!
_________________________________
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
_________________________________
What's that little toot up to?
_________________________________
Whoa!
_________________________________
Mmm-mmm. (CHUCKLES)
_________________________________
Stop! (GRUNTS)
_________________________________
(BOTH SHOUTING)
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________
(GRUNTING)
_________________________________
(GROANS)
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
(SPITS)
_________________________________
(MOANS)
_________________________________
It's a Christmas angel, see?
_________________________________
(LOW GROWL)
_________________________________
Oh.
_________________________________
This is no angel.
_________________________________
It's the shadow of a monster.
_________________________________
(ROARING)
_________________________________
(ROARING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
(CHUCKLING)
_________________________________
Oh, Forte is going to be so proud of me.
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________
I don't know why I bother.
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
Now he's worse than ever.
_________________________________
Don't lose heart, dearest.
_________________________________
(FORTE PLAYING GLOOMY MUSIC)
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
I hate Christmas. (GRUNTS)
_________________________________
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
_________________________________
The music helps?
_________________________________
Your music is the only thing
that helps me forget. (LOW GROWL)
_________________________________
Don't worry, old friend.
_________________________________
I'm here for you,
_________________________________
just as I have been,
_________________________________
just as I always will be.
_________________________________
Why is the beast such a grump?
_________________________________
I don't know. He's always like that.
_________________________________
-Even at Christmas?
-Yep.
_________________________________
Belle, what's Christmas?
_________________________________
Oh, Chip, you must know
about Christmas.
_________________________________
Stockings in front of the fire? Tree?
_________________________________
Tinsel? Presents?
_________________________________
Presents? Do I get one?
_________________________________
Of course. Everyone gets
a present on Christmas.
_________________________________
-Oh, even the master?
-Yes, even the master.
_________________________________
-What are you gonna get him?
-I don't really know him well enough
_________________________________
to know what he would want.
_________________________________
-What would you want?
-Well, what I love most
_________________________________
in the world are my books, my stories.
_________________________________
Why don't you get the master a story?
_________________________________
You're right, Chip. A story.
_________________________________
(SINGING) When I get to know him
_________________________________
We'll find more things to say
_________________________________
One day I will reach him
_________________________________
There has to be a way
_________________________________
Everyone needs someone
_________________________________
He must need someone, too
_________________________________
When I get to know him better
When I get to know him better
_________________________________
Here's what I will do
_________________________________
I'll read him stories
_________________________________
From picture books
all filled with wonder
_________________________________
Magic worlds where the impossible
_________________________________
Becomes the everyday
_________________________________
We'll find a mountaintop
_________________________________
And some moonbeams to sit under
_________________________________
I'll lead because I know the way
I'll lead because I know the way
_________________________________
So much to discover
_________________________________
I do it all the time
_________________________________
I could live inside bright pages
_________________________________
Where the words all rhyme
_________________________________
We will slay the dragons
_________________________________
That still follow him around
_________________________________
(ROARING)
_________________________________
And he'll smile
Yes, he'll smile
_________________________________
As his dreams leave the ground
_________________________________
Stories and stories
_________________________________
About mermaids, kings
and sunken treasure
_________________________________
Magic worlds where the impossible
_________________________________
Becomes the everyday
_________________________________
I know a tiny place
_________________________________
Just a dot too small to measure
_________________________________
I'll take him there
_________________________________
I know the way
_________________________________
Stories about heroes
_________________________________
Who overcame their deepest sorrow
_________________________________
They'll put hope into his heart again
_________________________________
He'll cherish every day
_________________________________
He'll find a better world
He'll find a better world
_________________________________
And the strength to face tomorrow
And the strength to face tomorrow
_________________________________
I'm sure that
when he knows the way
_________________________________
He'll want
_________________________________
To stay
_________________________________
(GRUNTING)
_________________________________
Do you think the master
will like his gift?
_________________________________
I do.
_________________________________
So does this mean
we're gonna have a Christmas?
_________________________________
(GIGGLES) Uh-huh. Absolutely.
_________________________________
Absolutely not.
_________________________________
GLASSES: (WHINING) Why not?
_________________________________
Out of the question. Not a chance.
Dream on. An impossibility. Forget it.
_________________________________
GLASSES: (SIGHING) Come on!
_________________________________
-Suck in that gut.
-(INHALING)
_________________________________
-Mon ami. Get with the spirit. Unwind.
-(MOANS)
_________________________________
-Oh, dear.
-Come on, love. Have a heart.
_________________________________
GLASSES: Yeah. Come on.
_________________________________
-No, no, and... Let me think...
-Uh-huh? Uh-huh?
_________________________________
-No!
-(ALL SIGHING)
_________________________________
This is where I put my foot down.
_________________________________
Wait. Get out of...
_________________________________
The master has forbidden Christmas!
_________________________________
-(LAUGHING)
-Oh, dear.
_________________________________
Forbid Christmas?
_________________________________
No one can forbid Christmas.
_________________________________
He doesn't wish
to be reminded of his past,
_________________________________
and Christmas is
a most painful reminder of it.
_________________________________
I, for one, do not wish to torture him.
_________________________________
I, for one, think a little Christmas
cheer would do him some good.
_________________________________
-GLASSES: Yeah.
-Oh? Hmm.
_________________________________
The girl is right.
It is up to us to do something.
_________________________________
Gosh! It's not our place
to get involved.
_________________________________
No, no, no, no! We just can't
mind our own beeswax, can we?
_________________________________
Just have to stick our wick
where it doesn't belong.
_________________________________
(SCREAMING)
_________________________________
(GIGGLING)
_________________________________
Whoa!
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
-Oh, humiliating.
-MRS. POTTS: Pish posh.
_________________________________
I think it's a wonderful idea.
_________________________________
But the master doesn't want it.
His castle, his rules.
_________________________________
It's not fair.
_________________________________
GLASSES: (WHINING)
He's right. It's not fair!
_________________________________
Don't whine, glasses.
_________________________________
GLASSES: (WHINING) Sorry.
_________________________________
MRS. POTTS: Look at us,
MRS. POTTS: Look at us,
squabbling and bickering.
_________________________________
Breaks my heart to see it, it does.
_________________________________
And we used to be at our very best
at Christmas.
_________________________________
Why, we used to prepare
a feast for the entire castle.
_________________________________
Ah! You could have
some stuffed turkey.
_________________________________
-Cranberry sauce.
-Shortbread cookies.
_________________________________
LUMIERE: Mince pies.
MRS. POTTS: Potatoes.
LUMIERE: Mince pies.
MRS. POTTS: Potatoes.
_________________________________
-Gravy.
-And Christmas pudding!
_________________________________
Uh, pudding? With... With custard?
_________________________________
What do you think we are, barbarians?
Of course with custard.
_________________________________
-And raisins and brandy,
-(SLURPING)
_________________________________
-and all those things you like.
-(MURMURING AGREEMENT)
_________________________________
Ohh. Oh, I...
_________________________________
(MOANING)
_________________________________
-All right.
-Yes!
_________________________________
But if the master finds out about this,
he will be furious,
_________________________________
so, everybody, keep quiet.
_________________________________
Come on!
What are we waiting for, Christmas?
_________________________________
Good heavens, we don't have
much time. It's Christmas Eve!
_________________________________
-I'll see to the dinner.
-I'll get some mistletoe.
_________________________________
(GLASS SIGHS)
_________________________________
We need to brighten this place up.
_________________________________
Belle, I know someone who will help.
_________________________________
Now, now, wait for me.
I'm in charge here. I'm in charge.
_________________________________
(DOOR OPENING)
_________________________________
Wait for me!
_________________________________
(DOOR CLOSES)
_________________________________
CHIP: One-thousand one,
CHIP: One-thousand one,
one-thousand two,
_________________________________
one-thousand three...
_________________________________
-Are we there yet?
-BELLE: Not yet.
_________________________________
Oh, boy, there sure
are a lot of stairs here.
_________________________________
One-thousand seven,
one-thousand eight,
_________________________________
one-thousand nine, one-thousand ten...
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
Hello?
_________________________________
Hello?
_________________________________
Do not be afraid, mes amis.
_________________________________
It is I, Lumiere.
We have come to pay you a little visit.
_________________________________
(CREAKING)
_________________________________
-Lumiere?
-Angelique.
_________________________________
-Ah, Lumiere, finally.
-(EXCITED CHATTERING)
_________________________________
I thought we were to be locked away
in this dusty attic forever.
_________________________________
Ah, Angelique, mon amour.
_________________________________
Your eyes are still so lovely
after all these years.
_________________________________
Lumiere, please!
_________________________________
You'll tarnish the halo.
_________________________________
(CLEARS THROAT)
_________________________________
Oh, yes. This is Belle, our guest.
_________________________________
-Pleased to meet you.
-And this is Angelique.
_________________________________
She is the castle decorator.
_________________________________
You mean was the castle decorator.
_________________________________
I am not responsible
for this baroque atrocity.
_________________________________
When I was in charge,
_________________________________
the castle was full of light and beauty.
_________________________________
(CHUCKLES) But, chérie,
that is why we have come.
_________________________________
Gather around, mes enfants.
_________________________________
-We are planning the greatest
-(GASPS)
_________________________________
Christmas celebration ever.
_________________________________
(ALL CHEERING)
_________________________________
(GIGGLES)
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
No, stop!
_________________________________
-(GASPS)
-What is it, chérie?
_________________________________
Why do you raise my hopes...
_________________________________
I... I mean, their hopes...
Only to have them dashed?
_________________________________
Well, no more.
_________________________________
But it's Christmas Eve.
_________________________________
Without you, we'll never get
the castle decorated in time.
_________________________________
Ha! Christmas? Hmph!
I refuse to hope for it anymore.
_________________________________
I will not be disappointed again.
_________________________________
But this is to be
the greatest celebration ever.
_________________________________
We cannot do it without you.
_________________________________
Well, but of course you cannot.
_________________________________
Christmas takes planning
and organization.
_________________________________
No. No, I won't do it.
It won't change anything.
_________________________________
I believe it will.
_________________________________
(SINGING) There is more to
_________________________________
This time of year
_________________________________
Than sleigh bells and holly
_________________________________
Mistletoe and snow
_________________________________
Those things come and go
_________________________________
Much deeper than snow
Much deeper than snow
_________________________________
Stronger than the strongest love
we'll know
_________________________________
We'll ever know
_________________________________
(ORNAMENTS GASPING)
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
As long as there's Christmas
_________________________________
I truly believe
_________________________________
That hope is the greatest
_________________________________
Of the gifts we'll receive
_________________________________
As long as there's Christmas
_________________________________
We'll all be just fine
_________________________________
A star shines above us
_________________________________
Lighting your way and mine
_________________________________
Just as long as there's Christmas
there will be Christmas pud
_________________________________
Tons of turkey
_________________________________
And cranberry sauce and mince pies
if we're good
_________________________________
-Lots of logs on the fire
-Lots of gifts on the tree
_________________________________
All wrapped up in red ribbons
All wrapped up in red ribbons
_________________________________
Wonder if there's one for me
_________________________________
We're due for a party
Where on earth do we start
_________________________________
I may wear my tiara
you bought me in Montmartre
_________________________________
All the silver will sparkle
_________________________________
And the china will gleam
And the china will gleam
_________________________________
LUMIERE: And we'll be as shiny
LUMIERE: And we'll be as shiny
as a brand-new centime
_________________________________
-After dinner we'll play games
-Till the morning breaks through
_________________________________
Then we'll meet in the garden
_________________________________
-This is what we shall do
-ORNAMENTS: We will build
_________________________________
We will build a snowman
that'll reach to the sky
_________________________________
It will stay up until July
_________________________________
(ALL CHEERING)
_________________________________
What are you doing? Stop, stop, stop.
_________________________________
Put me down. Put me down.
This is ridiculous.
_________________________________
Everyone knows that
the lights go on first.
_________________________________
I don't want to go
all the way up there on the top.
_________________________________
ALL: As long as there's Christmas
_________________________________
I truly believe
_________________________________
That hope is the greatest
_________________________________
Of the gifts we'll receive
_________________________________
As long as there's Christmas
_________________________________
We'll all be just fine
_________________________________
There'll always be Christmas
_________________________________
So there always will be a time
_________________________________
When the world
_________________________________
Is filled with peace
_________________________________
And warmth
_________________________________
We're gonna have
the greatest Christmas ever.
_________________________________
Oh, I hope so, Chip. (GASPS)
_________________________________
(CLATTERING)
_________________________________
You on the left,
you on the right, follow me.
_________________________________
-There is decorating to be done.
-(MUFFLED SHOUTS)
_________________________________
Yes, yes, yes, yes. But keep in mind,
the master mustn't find out.
_________________________________
Ooh, yes. (CHUCKLES)
_________________________________
(LOW GROWL) Christmas?
She's planning Christmas?
_________________________________
Yes. Awful, isn't it?
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
Perhaps she doesn't know
how I feel about Christmas.
_________________________________
-But she does know.
-Hmm?
_________________________________
She just doesn't care like I do.
_________________________________
She's actually trying to bring
Christmas back to the castle.
_________________________________
And you know how much
we despise Christmas.
_________________________________
The day my life ended.
_________________________________
-Bring me my presents!
-Your Highness,
_________________________________
please accept this humble gift
please accept this humble gift
as a token of our appreciation.
_________________________________
I know I speak for everyone when...
_________________________________
Ah, just give it to me!
_________________________________
A storybook? You call this a present?
_________________________________
I hope you have something
better for me, Forte.
_________________________________
Yes, sir. Of course, master.
_________________________________
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
_________________________________
What is that?
_________________________________
Um, a small piece in your honor, master.
_________________________________
Ew! I hate it.
Forte, that stuff is gloomy.
_________________________________
(KNOCKING)
_________________________________
(SHOUTING)
Who disturbs my Christmas?
_________________________________
Please, take this rose
_________________________________
in exchange for shelter
from the bitter cold.
_________________________________
(SCOFFS) I don't need a rose.
_________________________________
Go away, you wretched old hag!
_________________________________
You have been deceived
by your own cold heart.
_________________________________
A curse upon your house
and all within it.
_________________________________
Until you have found one
to love you as you are,
_________________________________
you shall remain forever a beast.
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
(SCREAMING)
_________________________________
(SNARLING)
_________________________________
(ROARING)
_________________________________
But we've come so far since then.
_________________________________
We've risen above the tragedy.
_________________________________
Where is she?
_________________________________
I believe she's gone to the boiler room,
_________________________________
or so, a little birdie told me.
_________________________________
(CHUCKLING) Tweet, tweet, tweet.
_________________________________
(BANGING)
_________________________________
Oh!
_________________________________
Aah!
_________________________________
(GROANS)
_________________________________
(FIRE CRACKLING)
_________________________________
Hey, hey, hey. Come on.
Get out of the way.
_________________________________
-We're workin' here.
-(GASPS)
_________________________________
-Excuse me.
-Let's go. Let's go.
_________________________________
All right, you guys.
Now, get back to work.
_________________________________
The castle doesn't heat itself,
you know.
_________________________________
(SPEAKING YIDDISH)
_________________________________
So, what can I do you for, lady?
_________________________________
-I'm looking for a log.
-All right. Logs we got.
_________________________________
What do you want? Hard wood?
Soft wood? We got it all.
_________________________________
We got birch, maple, pine, oak...
_________________________________
-(BANGING)
-(SHOUTS) Concrete.
_________________________________
-(TWITTERING)
-My head. Don't worry. It'll pass.
_________________________________
So, make up your mind already.
_________________________________
Is it all right if I just browse?
_________________________________
Suit yourself. Take your time.
Me, I got work to do.
_________________________________
Huh.
_________________________________
(LOUD BANGING)
_________________________________
Hmm.
_________________________________
(BANGING)
_________________________________
(HISSING)
_________________________________
(ALL GASPING)
_________________________________
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
_________________________________
(BLARING)
_________________________________
-Whew.
-(ALL SIGH)
_________________________________
Hey, what am I payin' you for,
being boring?
_________________________________
Do that on your own time.
Get out of here!
_________________________________
(WORKERS CHATTERING)
_________________________________
Yes.
_________________________________
Oh!
_________________________________
(HUMMING)
_________________________________
-(GROWLING)
-(GASPS)
_________________________________
(HUMMING)
_________________________________
What are you hiding?
_________________________________
(HUFFING)
_________________________________
(GROWLS)
_________________________________
It's a Yule log.
_________________________________
Huh?
_________________________________
A... A Yule log.
_________________________________
It's a wonderful tradition.
_________________________________
One log is chosen and everyone
in the house touches it
_________________________________
and makes a Christmas wish.
_________________________________
Mmm, wishes are stupid.
_________________________________
(GROWLS)
_________________________________
You made a Christmas wish last year.
_________________________________
Is this what you wished for? (ROARING)
_________________________________
(BATS SCREECHING)
_________________________________
No.
_________________________________
(GRUNTS)
_________________________________
But I will keep wishing.
_________________________________
And when the log is burned
on Christmas morning...
_________________________________
There will be no Christmas.
_________________________________
-But...
-No! I am the master here.
_________________________________
How can you be so selfish?
_________________________________
You cannot possibly understand.
_________________________________
You have no idea
what it's like to lose everything,
_________________________________
to be trapped in your own castle,
_________________________________
to be a... A... A...
_________________________________
Prisoner?
_________________________________
The only one holding us prisoner here
is you.
_________________________________
Well, I'm not giving up.
_________________________________
Prisoner.
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
CHIP: Hiya, Belle.
CHIP: Hiya, Belle.
You should see the ballroom.
_________________________________
It's all decorated and pretty
and there's garlands everywhere.
_________________________________
I think the master's gonna
be really excited
_________________________________
when he finds out about Christmas.
_________________________________
Well, he... He already knows.
_________________________________
Really? Was he excited?
_________________________________
Actually, Chip, he's forbidden it.
_________________________________
But I thought
he couldn't forbid Christmas.
_________________________________
You know, Chip, he can't.
_________________________________
We'll have Christmas
with or without him.
_________________________________
Hurray! Can we get a tree now, Belle?
It's the only thing we're missing.
_________________________________
All right, then. Let's go get a tree.
_________________________________
But first...
_________________________________
Shh.
_________________________________
(WHISPERING) Psst, Belle.
The master. Hurry.
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
(SULTAN BARKING)
_________________________________
(LAUGHING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
(PANTING)
(PANTING)
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________
What about this one?
_________________________________
Mmm...
_________________________________
(DISAPPROVINGLY) Mmm.
_________________________________
Nah, too skinny. Come on.
_________________________________
(EXHALES)
_________________________________
(AXE GROANS)
_________________________________
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
_________________________________
(DOOR CREAKING)
_________________________________
Ooo la-la.
_________________________________
-Ohh, Lumiere.
-She's beautiful, no?
_________________________________
Yes, and I'm hideous.
_________________________________
(WHISPERING) Not to mention
ill-tempered.
_________________________________
What? What is that?
_________________________________
Ooh, it looks like a Christmas present.
_________________________________
(ROARS)
_________________________________
Oh-ho-ho. It's for you, master.
_________________________________
It's from a girl.
_________________________________
-Mrs. Potts?
-No. From Belle.
_________________________________
Belle?
_________________________________
Uh-uh-uh. Master, you can't open it.
_________________________________
Well, why not? It's for me, isn't it?
_________________________________
Because it's not yet Christmas.
_________________________________
(GROWLS)
_________________________________
Master, we all understand
how you feel about Christmas.
_________________________________
But when a woman gives a man a gift,
she's saying, "I care about you."
_________________________________
_________________________________
Hmm.
_________________________________
But I don't have a gift for her.
_________________________________
It is not too late.
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
Well, I guess I could
get her a little something.
_________________________________
(MUSIC PLAYING)
_________________________________
Forte, stop the noise!
_________________________________
Noise? Noise?
_________________________________
This is my masterpiece.
_________________________________
(GROWLS)
_________________________________
Master.
_________________________________
I... I want you to compose a song.
_________________________________
-It's a present for Belle.
-What? Belle?
_________________________________
And make it happy!
_________________________________
Oh, but happiness is so depressing.
_________________________________
What's next? Love songs?
_________________________________
-(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
-(FIFE PANTING)
_________________________________
Wedding marches?
_________________________________
It's all that girl's fault.
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
(SNARLING)
_________________________________
What about this one?
_________________________________
-Hmm, too wiggly.
-Too wiggly.
_________________________________
Fife!
_________________________________
(BLARING)
_________________________________
(GASPING)
_________________________________
Pay attention.
_________________________________
I need you to pace when I think.
The girl is evil, I tell you.
_________________________________
She pulls him from my grasp.
_________________________________
She fills his head with dreams of love
_________________________________
and hope and Christmas!
_________________________________
Well, what you gonna do?
You can't stop Christmas. (CHUCKLES)
_________________________________
No, but I can stop the girl.
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
Chip, this is the last one.
_________________________________
That's not it. That's just a weed
wishing it was a tree.
_________________________________
Chip, we've looked
at every tree on the grounds.
_________________________________
But it's more this way than that.
_________________________________
It will have to do.
_________________________________
(AXE GROANS)
_________________________________
(SPEAKING YIDDISH)
_________________________________
-What a headache I have.
-I'm sorry.
_________________________________
I... I'll get a saw.
_________________________________
No, that's fine.
I don't want I should put you out.
_________________________________
Oh, all right.
_________________________________
Do you have some oil?
I just thought a little massage...
_________________________________
But if it's no, it's no. Go on.
What are you waiting for?
_________________________________
Knock yourself out.
_________________________________
You never get headaches, I guess.
Lucky you.
_________________________________
-Really, I can get a saw.
-Who wants a saw?
_________________________________
I said go ahead with the whacking
and the hitting. Who's stopping you?
_________________________________
-(SLOW MELODIC MUSIC PLAYING)
-BELLE: Shh.
_________________________________
What is that?
_________________________________
Ohh.
_________________________________
It's beautiful.
_________________________________
And now for a little Fife.
_________________________________
(INHALES DEEPLY)
_________________________________
(HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING)
_________________________________
(HOWLING)
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
Sultan, wait!
_________________________________
Don't worry yourself about me.
I'll just sit here. Snow is fine.
_________________________________
A little wet, but who's complaining?
_________________________________
Yes, my dear. Come to me.
_________________________________
Come here, boy. Come here.
_________________________________
(BARKING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
(GASPS)
_________________________________
-Good doggy. Nice doggy.
-(GROWLING)
_________________________________
(SCREAMS)
_________________________________
BELLE: Sultan?
FIFE: Back off, doggy.
BELLE: Sultan?
FIFE: Back off, doggy.
_________________________________
Oh.
_________________________________
Hello?
_________________________________
Hello?
_________________________________
CHIP: (SHUDDERING)
CHIP: (SHUDDERING)
Well, maybe there's nobody here.
_________________________________
Maybe we should go.
_________________________________
(SULTAN BARKING)
_________________________________
BELLE: What's the matter, Sultan?
BELLE: What's the matter, Sultan?
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING)
_________________________________
Oh, hello. I don't believe we've met.
I... I'm Belle.
_________________________________
-And you are?
-Fife.
_________________________________
-(GROWLING)
-Down, boy, down.
_________________________________
We heard the most beautiful music.
_________________________________
-Was it you?
-(GIGGLES) Me?
_________________________________
You thought that was me?
_________________________________
(HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING)
(HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING)
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING)
_________________________________
(CHUCKLES)
_________________________________
FORTE: Mademoiselle, please.
FORTE: Mademoiselle, please.
_________________________________
(GASPS)
_________________________________
I am Maestro Forte,
_________________________________
court composer
and your most humble servant.
_________________________________
Pleased to meet you, Monsieur Forte.
I'm Belle.
_________________________________
Yes. The entire castle is talking
about you, child.
_________________________________
They say you're planning
a Christmas gala. Marvelous idea.
_________________________________
The very thing to shatter
the master's dark and gloomy past.
_________________________________
But you must make this
the grandest celebration ever.
_________________________________
-Have you gifts?
-Yep.
_________________________________
-Food?
-Yep.
_________________________________
-Garlands, ribbons, wreaths?
-Check.
_________________________________
Spangles and "fandangles"?
_________________________________
The trinkets, the trimmings,
the trappings?
_________________________________
-Yep, we got 'em all.
-A tree?
_________________________________
See, Belle? I told you.
_________________________________
Well, we found one.
_________________________________
But it was on the piddlin' side of puny.
_________________________________
(CHUCKLING)
_________________________________
But did you look in the Black Forest?
_________________________________
There you will find a tree
_________________________________
better than any you can dream of.
_________________________________
Better? We gotta go, Belle!
_________________________________
(EXCLAIMS)
_________________________________
-We gotta!
-Chip, we can't.
_________________________________
I... I promised your master
I wouldn't leave the castle grounds.
_________________________________
I gave my word.
_________________________________
FORTE: Chin up, son.
FORTE: Chin up, son.
There's a profound lesson here.
_________________________________
Keeping your word is much more
important than bringing joy to another.
_________________________________
You're twisting what I said.
_________________________________
Not at all. I agree with you.
_________________________________
Look after yourself.
Let the master do the same.
_________________________________
Never mind that the tree
_________________________________
was always his favorite part
of Christmas.
_________________________________
Please, Belle? Please?
_________________________________
BELLE: It looks dangerous.
BELLE: It looks dangerous.
_________________________________
(CHUCKLING) Mademoiselle,
you are in more danger
_________________________________
in this very room, I assure you.
_________________________________
All right.
_________________________________
-Yes!
-We'll take Phillippe.
_________________________________
If we hurry, we can be back by nightfall.
_________________________________
-Hurray!
-Au revoir, Monsieur Forte.
_________________________________
You'll keep my secret, won't you?
_________________________________
Of course, mademoiselle.
_________________________________
The master will remain
completely in the dark.
_________________________________
Au revoir, Fife.
_________________________________
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
_________________________________
Fife! I want you to follow her.
_________________________________
Make sure they don't come back.
_________________________________
Oh, yeah, but, Maestro, she's so nice.
_________________________________
When you're finished fawning, Fife,
_________________________________
perhaps you can recommend
someone else to play your solo.
_________________________________
No! I'm going. I'm going.
_________________________________
(GRUNTS)
_________________________________
(HUMMING DECK THE HALLS)
_________________________________
(HUMMING STOPS)
_________________________________
-Cogsworth!
-Oh, dear. Yes. Coming. Coming.
_________________________________
Cogsworth!
_________________________________
Running, running. Almost there.
You bellowed, sir?
_________________________________
Find Belle. I... Uh...
_________________________________
Well, I... (SIGHS)
She has to hear a song.
_________________________________
Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Uh, yes.
_________________________________
Splendid. Yes, well... Splendid.
_________________________________
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.
_________________________________
Belle. Belle?
_________________________________
Where is she? Belle?
_________________________________
LUMIERE: Careful, careful.
LUMIERE: Careful, careful.
_________________________________
Too fast! Get out of the way! Stop!
_________________________________
Huh!
_________________________________
Amateurs.
_________________________________
Belle? Here... Excuse me. Hello?
_________________________________
Has anyone seen Belle?
I can't find her anywhere.
_________________________________
And the master is demanding
to see her now.
_________________________________
-He's got a song he wants her to hear.
-Ho-ho.
_________________________________
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
_________________________________
Last I saw of her, she was going
with Chip to look for a Christmas tree.
_________________________________
(STRAINING)
_________________________________
Right. We must conduct
a search of the grounds.
_________________________________
-Lumiere, you're with me.
-BEAST: Cogsworth!
_________________________________
(GASPS)
_________________________________
I'm waiting!
_________________________________
Oh, dear. Running, running, running.
I'm almost there, sir.
_________________________________
Mrs. Potts, stall the master.
All right, Lumiere, we're...
_________________________________
Lumiere? Wait, I'm leading.
_________________________________
Me first, you second.
_________________________________
(WIND GUSTING)
_________________________________
Belle! Belle! Where is she?
_________________________________
Belle? Belle?
_________________________________
Belle, where are you?
_________________________________
Lumiere, wait.
_________________________________
Hmm? (GASPS)
_________________________________
The Black Forest!
_________________________________
Come along. Hurry now!
_________________________________
(PANTING) Oh, no.
_________________________________
This is catastrophic!
_________________________________
Cogsworth, quit dawdling.
_________________________________
I'm not dawdling. I'm waddling.
_________________________________
Well, don't waddle then.
We're in a hurry, you lazy old clock.
_________________________________
Hmm? Hmm?
_________________________________
Hmm? Hmm?
_________________________________
-(CLOCK TICKING)
-(SIGHING)
_________________________________
Why am I still waiting?
_________________________________
-Mrs. Potts!
-Coming, sir! Coming!
_________________________________
What a brisk day!
_________________________________
Why, you look positively chilled
to the bone.
_________________________________
Where's Belle?
_________________________________
How about a nice cup of tea, sir?
Just a spot.
_________________________________
Hmm.
_________________________________
Forte, play Belle's song!
_________________________________
BEAST: Hot.
BEAST: Hot.
_________________________________
You're not singing!
_________________________________
(SINGING) Deck the halls
with boughs of holly
_________________________________
Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
_________________________________
Louder!
_________________________________
'Tis the season
_________________________________
A bit more tea, sir?
Good for the heart, you know.
_________________________________
No, thank you.
_________________________________
-Just a spot?
-No more.
_________________________________
-Well, there's always room for tea, love.
-I said, "No more."
_________________________________
-Oh, dearie me!
-Mrs. Potts,
_________________________________
are you trying to distract me?
_________________________________
Goodness, no, sir. (GASPS)
_________________________________
Heavens. Is that a yellow-bellied,
double-breasted sapsucker?
_________________________________
-Rare this time of year.
-Enough! Where's Cogsworth?
_________________________________
-Where's Belle?
-Belle?
_________________________________
We can't find her, sir.
_________________________________
What?
_________________________________
Leave me!
_________________________________
(GROWLS)
_________________________________
Show me the girl.
_________________________________
(WHINNYING)
_________________________________
-I will bring her back!
-FORTE: No!
_________________________________
Um, she's abandoned you.
_________________________________
-(GROWLS)
-Listen to your old friend, won't you?
_________________________________
Have I ever steered you wrong?
Led you astray?
_________________________________
No. But the girl...
_________________________________
(SINGING) The quickest way
to break your heart
_________________________________
Make you depressed and ill
_________________________________
Is to get tangled up inside
_________________________________
The side effects could kill
The side effects could kill
_________________________________
All passion is a waste of time
_________________________________
A deadly game pour vous
A deadly game pour vous
_________________________________
(LAUGHS)
_________________________________
I am your friend
Your cher ami
_________________________________
I wouldn't lie to you
_________________________________
If you must love someone
If you must love someone
may I suggest
_________________________________
You love yourself
Just think it through
_________________________________
You'll never leave
and you will find you'll get more rest
_________________________________
You'll always feel
as good as new
_________________________________
Your freedom is the most
important thing, my friend
_________________________________
You must be strong
You mustn't bend
_________________________________
Don't talk for hours
Don't send flowers
_________________________________
Don't write poems
Don't sing songs and dance
_________________________________
Beneath the stars
that shine above
_________________________________
Don't fall in love
_________________________________
-FORTE: Oh, don't do it.
-(CUPIDS COOING)
_________________________________
Oh!
_________________________________
As soon as your heart
rules your head
_________________________________
Your life is not your own
_________________________________
It's hell when someone's always there
_________________________________
It's bliss to be alone
It's bliss to be alone
_________________________________
And love of any kind is bad
_________________________________
A dog, a child, a cat
_________________________________
They take up so much precious time
_________________________________
Now, where's the sense in that
_________________________________
Love takes the wildest heart
and makes it tame
_________________________________
If you're turned on
then just turn off
_________________________________
Emotions are a thing
all great men overcame
_________________________________
Please, don't make
this grande catastrophe
this grande catastrophe
_________________________________
Don't get attached
Don't get attached
to anyone or anything
_________________________________
There's nothing worse
There's nothing worse
than things that cling
_________________________________
You'll go to pot
You'll turn to drink
_________________________________
You'll never rest
You'll end up mad
_________________________________
And looking like
And looking like
some poor demented dove
_________________________________
Don't fall in love
Don't fall in love
_________________________________
Don't fall in love!
_________________________________
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
_________________________________
They cannot mix bells with holly.
_________________________________
Still, I have to admit,
not bad for amateurs.
_________________________________
-(BEAST GROWLING)
-(GASPS)
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
(GRUNTING)
_________________________________
I knew this was hopeless.
_________________________________
(PHILLIPPE WHINNYING)
_________________________________
(NICKERS)
_________________________________
(WOLVES HOWLING)
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING)
_________________________________
(BARKING)
_________________________________
(HOWLING)
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
There. That's it! That's it!
_________________________________
Oh, Chip, it's perfect.
_________________________________
(GASPING)
_________________________________
(WHINNIES)
_________________________________
-Do you see her?
-Not yet. Now, come along. Hurry!
_________________________________
(COGSWORTH PANTING)
_________________________________
-You go on. I'll never make it.
-(SIGHS)
_________________________________
(COUGHING)
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________
Save yourself.
_________________________________
Ah, it will be summer
before we reach them.
_________________________________
What the... Whoa!
_________________________________
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
_________________________________
Oh, dear!
_________________________________
(GRUNTS)
_________________________________
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
_________________________________
(LAUGHS) Faster! Faster!
(LAUGHS) Faster! Faster!
_________________________________
I think we finally found a use for you.
_________________________________
Clock boarding! No, snow clocking!
_________________________________
Whatever!
_________________________________
Whoo! (LAUGHS)
_________________________________
Whoa!
_________________________________
(LAUGHS)
_________________________________
-It's the best tree ever!
-Chip, you're right.
_________________________________
AXE: Merry Christmas!
AXE: Merry Christmas!
And a happy Hanukkah!
_________________________________
We better hurry.
It's getting very stormy.
_________________________________
(GROANING)
_________________________________
Again with the chopping.
_________________________________
Oh, I gotta do something.
Forte's counting on me.
_________________________________
(WHINNYING)
_________________________________
(CREAKING)
_________________________________
Timber!
_________________________________
(GRUNTS)
_________________________________
Phew!
_________________________________
(CHIP LAUGHING)
_________________________________
Take it away, Phillippe!
_________________________________
(WHINNIES)
_________________________________
Whoo!
_________________________________
Whoa!
_________________________________
(WHIMPERS)
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING CONTINUES)
_________________________________
Oh, no!
_________________________________
(GRUNTING)
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING)
_________________________________
Aah! Aah! Aaah!
_________________________________
Fife?
_________________________________
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Uh, hi, Belle.
_________________________________
Nice tree.
_________________________________
What are you doing way out here?
_________________________________
Uh, nothin'. I just was walkin'.
_________________________________
I mean, I love the bitter cold. I mean...
Hee, hee!
_________________________________
-(TOOTS)
-(SHRIEKS)
_________________________________
-(BLOWS)
-(SHRIEKS)
_________________________________
(WHINNYING)
_________________________________
Phillippe!
_________________________________
Oh, no!
_________________________________
(SNORTS)
_________________________________
CHIP: The tree, Belle!
CHIP: The tree, Belle!
We're gonna lose the tree!
_________________________________
Whoa!
_________________________________
Chip! Oh!
_________________________________
Where is he?
_________________________________
Whoa! Whoa!
_________________________________
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
_________________________________
BELLE: Oh!
BELLE: Oh!
_________________________________
(WHIMPERING)
_________________________________
-Hold on, chérie. I will save you!
-Oh, dear!
_________________________________
Oh, no. Oh, gosh. Oh, no.
Oh, gosh. Oh, no. Oh, gosh.
_________________________________
Oh, no!
_________________________________
(BLOWING)
_________________________________
(EXCLAIMS)
_________________________________
(GASPS)
_________________________________
(COUGHING)
_________________________________
-Oh, Chip, thank goodness you're safe.
-I wasn't scared.
_________________________________
(GASPS)
_________________________________
Oh, no! No!
_________________________________
(GRUNTING)
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
Belle!
_________________________________
(GASPS)
_________________________________
Oh, no, what have I done?
_________________________________
It's all my fault.
_________________________________
We all share some blame, mon ami,
for daring to hope for a Christmas.
_________________________________
You said you'd never leave.
_________________________________
I wasn't trying to leave.
_________________________________
I just wanted to make you happy.
_________________________________
You broke your word.
_________________________________
And for that, you will rot
in this dungeon forever.
_________________________________
I should have known
you'd never be anything but a beast.
_________________________________
(BELL TOLLING)
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
Midnight.
_________________________________
Merry Christmas, Cogsworth.
_________________________________
If only it were.
_________________________________
FORTE: Oh, my dear old friend,
FORTE: Oh, my dear old friend,
I told you not to feel for her.
_________________________________
Things were so much simpler
before she came along,
_________________________________
before we dared to hope.
_________________________________
Oh, I thought she was the one.
_________________________________
Belle?
_________________________________
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
_________________________________
MRS. POTTS: There she is.
MRS. POTTS: There she is.
_________________________________
-Merry Christmas.
-Doesn't look so special to me.
_________________________________
Oh, Chip, I'm sorry.
Oh, Chip, I'm sorry.
_________________________________
Nothing's changed.
_________________________________
I told you nothing would change.
_________________________________
I told you the master
would not allow this.
_________________________________
I told you
Christmas was a hopeless folly!
_________________________________
But
_________________________________
I was wrong.
_________________________________
(SINGING) When I felt lost
_________________________________
And lonely
_________________________________
Not a dream in my head
_________________________________
Your words lifted my spirits
_________________________________
High
_________________________________
Remember what
_________________________________
You said
You said
_________________________________
As long as there's Christmas
_________________________________
I truly believe
_________________________________
That hope is the greatest
_________________________________
Of the gifts we'll receive
_________________________________
-As long as
-As long as
-As long as
_________________________________
Our guiding star
_________________________________
Shines above
_________________________________
There'll always be
There'll always be
_________________________________
Christmas
_________________________________
So there always
_________________________________
Will be a time
_________________________________
When the world
is filled with peace
_________________________________
And love
_________________________________
Ah, it tears me up
to see you this way, master.
_________________________________
Why do you torment yourself?
_________________________________
There's the symbol of your curse.
_________________________________
Destroy it, and end
these adolescent notions
_________________________________
of love and redemption.
_________________________________
End your pain forever.
_________________________________
Yes! Do it!
_________________________________
(GROWLS)
_________________________________
Smash it!
_________________________________
(GROWLING)
_________________________________
Belle?
_________________________________
(THUDDING)
_________________________________
What are you doing? What is it?
_________________________________
Oh, a storybook.
_________________________________
Does this one have pretty pictures
you can color? (LAUGHS)
_________________________________
Utterly dreadful, master.
_________________________________
No! This one's different. It's from Belle.
_________________________________
Well, that would account
for the creative wrapping.
_________________________________
Quiet! (GROWLS)
_________________________________
I want to read.
_________________________________
(SIGHS)
_________________________________
(FIRE CRACKLING)
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BELLE'S VOICE: "Once upon a time,
BELLE'S VOICE: "Once upon a time,
there was an enchanted castle.
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"Its master seemed as cold as winter.
Deep inside his heart...
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"His cries of anger echoed through
the stone wall of the castle.
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"Though surrounded by servants,
he was all alone.
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"And in that simple act of kindness,
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"he knew someone cared.
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"Christmas that year was spent
exchanging humble gifts.
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"But the greatest gift
that anyone received
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"was the gift of hope."
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(FIRE CRACKLING)
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Hmm.
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Hope.
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-No, master! Come back!
-(DOOR OPENS)
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She'll only prolong your torment!
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You know what, Belle? I don't need
a tree to celebrate Christmas.
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-And I can do without mistletoe.
-(BELL CHIMES)
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-Well, I don't need tinsel.
-Oh, I don't need holly.
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-And I don't need a wreath.
-I don't need ornaments!
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-And I don't need turkey!
-I don't need stuffing!
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I don't need pudding!
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(SINGING) To each his own, my friend
You know how to get me stressed
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(RASPBERRY)
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But when it comes to
making Christmas special...
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I'm a cut above the rest
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If you could see things clearly
you would say that I've been blessed
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You can't hold a candle
to my timing
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I'm a cut above the rest
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You belong side by side
You should never be apart
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'Cause when you're both together
you're really twice as smart
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"Twice as smart."
She does have a point.
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Yes, well, two heads
are better than one.
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They say that as a team
we have got to be the best
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Now we found something
we both agree on
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We're a cut above the rest
We're a cut above the rest
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There's no doubt that as a team
we two are the very best
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Everyone who knows us must agree
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We're a cut above the rest
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There's no doubt that as a team
you two are the very best
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Everyone who knows you must agree
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-We're a cut
-A cut above
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Above the rest
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Uh-oh! It's the master!
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Uh, Belle...
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Can you forgive me?
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(CHUCKLES)
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Of course. Merry Christmas.
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-(CHEERING)
-CHIP: All right!
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Let's give Belle the Christmas
she's always wanted.
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FORTE: So, Beast gets girl,
FORTE: So, Beast gets girl,
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and it's a happy ending for everyone.
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Enchantment lifted,
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and Forte fades into the background.
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No longer important. No longer needed.
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I think not!
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(MUSIC BLARING)
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What is it, Mama? What's happening?
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(FORTE LAUGHING)
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Watch out!
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Forte!
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(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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(GASPS)
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-Whoa!
-Hurry, now. Hurry.
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Can you believe I never took a lesson?
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(GRUNTING)
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(GROWLING)
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Belle!
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-BELLE: Oh, no!
-Belle!
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Help!
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(WHIMPERING)
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(WHIMPERING CONTINUES)
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(BLOWS)
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Oh, no.
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(FORTE CONTINUES PLAYING)
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Maestro! Stop!
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-What do you think you're doing?
-Don't you see, Fife?
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They can't fall in love if they're dead.
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I'll tell you what I see.
A big, old windbag!
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(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
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You could've joined me, Fife,
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but I see my triumph is a solo act.
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My solo... It's blank!
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(FORTE LAUGHS)
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So naive.
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-No! No, no!
-You're second fiddle, Fife,
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and that's all you'll ever be.
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Forte!
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We can remain as we are
forever and ever!
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(LAUGHING SINISTERLY)
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BEAST: Forte!
BEAST: Forte!
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Enough! (GROWLS)
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Heavens! Master.
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You're not singing.
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(GRUNTS)
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(PANTING)
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Careful.
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(GROWLING)
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LUMIERE: Oh, no, the bell jar!
LUMIERE: Oh, no, the bell jar!
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-Whoa! Got it. Got it.
-Oh, careful.
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Is this happy enough for you, master?
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I know I'm downright giddy!
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(GROWLING)
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Oh!
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Master, the keyboard.
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(GROWLING)
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(LAUGHING SINISTERLY)
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(LAUGHING CONTINUES)
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(CLICKING)
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(GASPING)
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-LUMIERE: You got it?
-Got it. Got it.
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Whoa!
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(GROWLING)
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(GASPING) Help!
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(SCREAMING)
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No!
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Forte.
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Oh, yes, it is lovely.
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And you said it was impossible.
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Uh-uh-uh-uh.
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I said it was impossible without me.
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-Everyone, shh-shh! Here they come.
-Wow!
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(MURMURING)
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(GRUNTING)
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COGSWORTH: The setting is perfect.
COGSWORTH: The setting is perfect.
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Oh, aren't they beautiful?
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(GASPS)
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-It's wonderful!
-(ALL LAUGHING)
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Hurray!
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(ALL CHEERING)
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And what a wonderful Christmas it was.
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I suppose if anyone saved Christmas,
it was Belle.
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Merry Christmas, one and all!
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-Merry Christmas.
-And merry Christmas to you, sir.
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MRS. POTTS: Merry Christmas.
LUMIERE: Merry Christmas, everyone.
MRS. POTTS: Merry Christmas.
LUMIERE: Merry Christmas, everyone.
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I believe we have
a little something for you, Chip.
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A present? Oh, boy! Thank you.
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WOMAN: Open it!
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(CHATTERING)
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Look, Mama! A storybook!
Would you read it to me?
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-I'd love to, son.
-Oh, boy!
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(INDISTINCT LAUGHING)
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Maestro?
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-Yes, master?
-Would you do us the honor, old friend?
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I'd be delighted.
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(LAUGHS)
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(SOULFUL CHRISTMAS MUSIC
PLAYING)
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