Beast:
[to Belle, gruffly]
You'll join me for dinner. That's not a request.
Mrs. Potts:
Gently, Master. The girl lost her father *and* her freedom in one day.
Lumière:
Yes, the poor thing is probably in there scared to death.
Belle:
[Unbeknownst to them, Belle has turned her pink gown into a rope so she can escape. The Beast knocks on her bedroom door again, softly this time; nervously]
Just a minute.
Lumière:
You see? There she is. Now remember: Be gentle.
Mrs. Potts:
Kind.
Plumette:
Mmm, charming.
Cogsworth:
Sweet!
Lumière:
And when she opens the door, give her a dashing, debonaire smile! Come, come, show me the smile!
Cogsworth:
[the Beast gives a wide smile, showing his monstrous teeth. The servants react in fright]
Oh, dear!
Plumette:
Oh, no!
Beast:
[his smile vanishes; he gathers himself and pretends to be gracious]
Will you join me for dinner?
[He turns away and shakes his head at the servants as if to say, "This'll never work"]
Belle:
You've taken me as your prisoner, and now you want to have dinner with me? Are you insane?
Plumette:
[the Beast becomes visibly enraged; the servants back away in fear]
Uh-oh! He's losing it!
Cogsworth:
Oh, dear!
Beast:
[pounds on Belle's door, yelling]
I told you to join me for dinner!
Belle:
And I told you no!
Madame Garderobe:
[awakens startled]
Oh, what time is it? What's happening?
Belle:
I'd *starve* before I ever ate with you!
Beast:
[roaring]
Well, be my guest! Go ahead and starve!
[to Lumiere]
Beast:
If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat *at all*!
[storms off]
Beast:
Idiots!
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