Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas (1997 Video)

Robby Benson: Beast

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• Lumiere : [Beast glumly walks away as Lumiere sees the present that Belle left for him]  Oooooh, it's for you, Master. It's from - a girl.

  Beast : [Looking back]  Mrs. Potts?

  Lumiere : [Irate]  No, from Belle!

  Beast : Belle?

  [Beast prepares to open the present but Lumiere stops him] 

  Lumiere : Ah-ah-ah, Master, you can't open it!

  Beast : Why not? It's for me, isn't it?

  Lumiere : Because it's not yet Christmas.

  [Beast turns away in a huff] 

  Lumiere : Master, we all understand how you feel about Christmas. But when a woman gives a man a gift, she's saying, "I care about you."

  Beast : But I don't have a gift for her.

  Lumiere : It's not too late.

  Beast : [huffs again]  Well, I guess I'll get her a little something.

• Beast : [recovering from slipping on the ice]  I fell, and landed on my...

  [looks at his bottom, then hides it with his cape] 

  Beast : on, on the ice.

• Beast : You said you'd never leave.

  Belle : I wasn't trying to leave. I just wanted to make you happy.

  Beast : You broke your word. And for that, you'll rot in this dungeon forever.

  [slams the door and locks it] 

  Belle : [tearfully]  I should've known you'd never be anything - but a beast.

• Belle : It's a... a Yule log.

  Beast : Huh?

  Belle : A Yule log. It's a wonderful tradition. One log is chosen, and everyone in the house touches it and makes a Christmas wish.

  Beast : Wishes are stupid. You made a Christmas wish last year.

  [bellows] 

  Beast : IS THIS WHAT YOU WISHED FOR?

  [unleashes a flock of bats, which promptly disappears] 

  Belle : No. But I will keep wishing. And when the log is burnt on Christmas morning...

  Beast : There will BE no Christmas.

  Belle : But...

  Beast : [shouts]  NNNNNOOO! *I* am the master here!

  Belle : [horrified]  How can you be so selfish?

  Beast : You cannot possibly understand. You have no idea what it's like to lose *everything*, to be trapped in your own castle, to be a - a - uh...

  Belle : Prisoner? The only one holding us prisoner here is you. Well, I'm not giving up!

  [Belle leaves the boiler room] 

  Beast : [solemnly]  Prisoner...

• Beast : [bellows]  Christmas? She's planning Christmas?

  Forte : Yeees. Awful, isn't it?

  Beast : [sitting down at his chair in front of the fireplace]  Perhaps she doesn't *know* how I feel about Christmas.

  Forte : But she *does* know. She just doesn't care, like *I* do. She's actually trying to bring Christmas back to the castle. And you know how much we despise Christmas.

  Beast : [sighs]  The day my life ended.

• [last lines] 

  Beast : Maestro!

  Fife : Yes, master?

  Beast : Would you do us the honor, old friend?

  Fife : I'd be delighted!

  [starts leading the orchestra] 

• Beast : Forte!

  [bursts through the doors] 

  Beast : Enough! Aaargh!

  Forte : Heavens, Master!

  [mocking the Beast] 

  Forte : "You're not singing"!

• Forte : [after the flashback to the Beast's transformation]  But we've come so far since then. We've - risen above the tragedy.

  Beast : [growling, he knocks his chair over, wondering where Belle is]  Where is sheeee?

  Forte : I believe she's gone to the boiler room, or - so a little birdie told me.

  Fife : [chuckles nervously]  Tweet, tweet, tweet!

• Beast : [as Forte plays while the Beast enters the room, about to ask Forte to compose a song as a present for Belle]  Forte, stop the noise!

  Forte : Noise? Noise?

  [scoffs] 

  Forte : This is my masterpiece.

  Beast : I, I want you to compose a song. It's a present, for Belle.

  Forte : What? Belle?

  Beast : An - and make it... *happy*!

  Forte : Oh, but happiness is so... depressing. What's next?

  [starts playing] 

  Forte : Love songs?

  [short pause] 

  Forte : Wedding marches? It's all that *girl's* fault.

• Beast : Let's give Belle the Christmas she's always wanted!