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| And, as I always say, "If it's not Baroque, don't fix it!" - Cogsworth [Beauty and the Beast] |
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Cogsworth: Enchanted? He-he ha-ha! Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? Ha-ha-ha...
[to Lumiere]
Cogsworth: It was you, wasn't it?
Gaston: Were you in love with her, Beast? Why would she want someone like you when she could have someone like me?
Cogsworth: [shakes Lumiere's hand in truce] Well, Lumiere, old friend. Shall we let bygones be bygones?
Lumiere: Of course, mon ami. I told you she would break the spell!
Cogsworth: I beg your pardon, old friend, but I believe *I* told *you*.
Lumiere: No, you didn't. *I* told *you*!
Cogsworth: You most certainly did not, you pompous, paraffin-headed peabrain!
Lumiere: En garde, you-you overgrown pocket watch!
[Beast is attempting to ask Belle to dinner "nicely"]
Beast: Will you come down to dinner?
Belle: No!
[Beast points furiously at the door. Cogsworth urges him forward]
Cogsworth: Suave. Genteel.
Beast: [formally] It would give me... great pleasure... if you would join me for dinner.
Cogsworth: Ahem-ahem-ahem. And we say please.
Beast: [flatly] ... please.
Gaston: This is the day your dreams come true.
Belle: What do you know about my dreams, Gaston?
Gaston: Plenty! Here, picture this... a rustic hunting lodge... my latest kill roasting on the fire... and my little wife, massaging my feet... while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs... we'll have six or seven.
Belle: Dogs?
Gaston: No, Belle! Strapping boys, like me!
Belle: Imagine that.
Gaston: And do you know who that little wife will be?
Belle: Let me think...
Gaston: You, Belle!
Belle: Gaston... I-I'm speechless... I really don't know what to say...
Gaston: Say you'll marry me!
Belle: I'm very sorry, Gaston... but... but I just don't deserve you!
Beast: Oh, it's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm... Well, look at me!
Gaston: I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first I'd better go in there and propose to the girl.
Monsieur D'Arque: I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night, but he said you'd make it worth my while.
[Gaston presents him with a bag of money]
Monsieur D'Arque: Ah, I'm listening.
Gaston: It's like this; I've got my heart set on marrying Belle, but she needs a little... persuasion.
Lefou: Turned him down flat.
[Gaston hits him]
Gaston: Everyone knows her father's a lunatic. He was in here tonight raving about a beast in a castle.
Monsieur D'Arque: Maurice is harmless.
Gaston: The point is, Belle would do anything to keep him from being locked up.
Lefou: Yeah, even marry *him*.
Lefou: [points at Gaston; ducks when Gaston tries to hit him again]
Monsieur D'Arque: So you want me to throw her father into the asylum unless she agrees to marry you. Oh, that is despicable.
Monsieur D'Arque: [Chuckling] I love it!
Cogsworth: Couldn't keep quiet, could we? Just had to invite him to stay, didn't we?
[imitates Lumiere]
Cogsworth: "Serve him tea. Sit in the master's chair. Pet the pooch!"
[Belle is washing the Beast's wounds]
Beast: [roaring] Grrrrrrr! That hurts!
Belle: If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!
Beast: If you hadn't have run away, this wouldn't have happened.
Belle: If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!
Beast: Well you shouldn't have been in the west wing!
Belle: Well, you should learn to control your temper. Now, hold still. This may sting a little.
Belle: [presses cloth to wound]
Belle: By the way, thank you for saving my life.
Beast: You're welcome.
Beast: You- You came back.
Belle: Of course I came back. I couldn't let them... Oh, this is all my fault. If only I'd gotten here sooner.
Beast: Maybe it's better... it's better this way.
Belle: Don't talk like that. You'll be all right. We're together now. Everything's going to be fine, you'll see.
Beast: At least... I got to see you... one last time.
Gaston: It's not right for a woman to read--soon she starts getting ideas... and thinking.
Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.
Gaston: [Putting his hand around her shoulders] Why thank you, Belle.
Cogsworth: As you can see, the psuedo-facade was stripped away to reveal a minimalist rococo design. Note the unusual inverted vaulted ceilings. This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. And, as I always say, "if it's not Baroque, don't fix it!"
Beast: I want to do something for her... but what?
Cogsworth: Oh, there's the usual things; flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep...
Gaston: How can you read this? There's no pictures!
Belle: Well, some people use their imagination.
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