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

Tim Curry: Forte

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Quotes 

• [looking out the window] 

  Fife : Wow! Will you look at that!

  Forte : Well, I think I might. I'll just pick myself up and... oh! What's this? Heavens! I'M BOLTED TO THE WALL!

• Forte : So, Beast gets girl and it's a happy ending for everyone. Enchantment lifted and Forte fades into the background; no longer important, no longer needed. *I think not!*

• 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.

• Forte : Mademoiselle, please. I am Maestro Forte, court composer and your most humble servant.

  Belle : Please to meet you, Monsieur Forte. I'm Belle.

• Fife : Maestro! Stop! Just what do you think you're doing?

  Forte : Don't you see, Fife? They can't fall in love if they're DEAD!

  Fife : [furiously]  I'll tell you what I see: a big old windbag!

  [Fife laughs nervously] 

  Forte : [plays loud music]  You could've joined me, Fife! But I see my triumph is a solo act!

  [Forte laughs evilly as Fife notices a single blank music sheet] 

  Fife : My solo - it's blank!

  Forte : So naive. You're second fiddle, Fife, and that's all you'll ever be!

  Forte : [plays loud music again]  We can remain as we are, forever and ever!

• 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.