Belle:
[to Lumiere]
What happens when the last petal falls?
Lumière:
The master remains a beast forever and we become...
Mrs. Potts:
[sadly]
Antiques!
Lumière:
Knick-knacks.
Plumette:
Lightly-used housewares.
Cogsworth:
Rubbish. We become rubbish.
Belle:
I want to help you. There must be some way to break the curse.
Cogsworth:
Well, there is one.
[Lumiere hits him]
Mrs. Potts:
It's not for you to worry about, lamb. We've made our bed, and we must lie in it.
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