Title: Beauty and.the Beast – part 3

Text:

Look at her, LeFou.

My future wife.

Belle is the most
beautiful girl in the village.

That makes her the best.

But she's so well-read.

And you're so...

- athletically inclined.
- I know.

Belle can be as argumentative
as she is beautiful.

Exactly! Who needs her
when you've got us!

Yes...

But ever since the war,

I've felt like
I've been missing something.

And she's the only girl
that gives me that sense of...

I don't know what that means.

Right from the moment

When I met her, saw her

I said she's gorgeous
and I fell

Here in town there's only she
Who is beautiful as me

So I'm making plans
to woo and marry Belle

Look there he goes

Isn't he dreamy

Monsieur Gaston,
oh, he's so cute

Be still, my heart
I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall, dark
Strong and handsome brute

It's never gonna happen,
ladies.

- Bonjour
- Pardon

- Good day
- Mais, oui

- You call this bacon
- What lovely flowers

- Some cheese
- Ten yards

- One pound
- 'Scuse me

- I'll get the knife
- Please let me through

- This bread
- Those fish

- It's stale
- They smell

- Madame's mistaken
- Well, maybe so

There must be more
than this provincial life

Good morning

Just watch I'm going
to make Belle my wife

Oh! Good morning

Look there she goes
A girl who's strange but special

A most peculiar mademoiselle

It's a pity and a sin
She doesn't quite fit in

But she really is a funny girl
A beauty but a funny girl

She really is a funny girl

That Belle

Good morning, Belle!

Wonderful book you have there.

Have you read it?

Well, not that one.
But, you know, books...

For your dinner table.

Shall I join you this evening?

Sorry, not this evening.

Busy?

No...

So, moving on?

No, LeFou.

It's the ones
who play hard to get

that are always
the sweetest prey.

That's what makes Belle
so appealing.

She hasn't made
a fool of herself

just to gain my favor.

What would you call that?

Dignity?

It's outrageously attractive,
isn't it?

Gaston!

Mmm.

Mmm.

How does a moment
last forever

How can a story never die

It is love we must hold on to

Never easy but we try

Sometimes our happiness
is captured

Somehow a time and place stand still

Love lives on
inside our hearts

And always will

Oh.

Belle.

Hmm.

Could you...

Hand me a...

Thank you.

And I also need...

No. No. No.

Actually...

yes, that's exactly
what I need. Thank you.

- Papa, do you think I'm odd?
- Odd?

My daughter? Odd?

Where did you get an idea like that?

I don't know. People talk.

This is a small village,
you know.

Small minded as well.

But small also means safe.

Even back in Paris,

I knew a girl like you,
who was so...

ahead of her time.

So different.

People mocked her.

Until the day they all found
themselves imitating her.

Please, just tell me
one more thing about her.

Your mother was...

fearless.
Fearless.