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!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 12:09