Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas (1997 Video)
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.
[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!
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 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: You said you'd never leave.
Belle: I wasn't trying to leave. I was just trying 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.
Chip: That's not a tree! That's just a weed *wishin'* it was a tree!
Belle: It's a... a Yule log.
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. 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.
Beast: [shouts] NO! 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!
Chip: Belle... what's - Christmas?
Belle: Oh, Chip, you must know about Christmas. Stockings in front of the fire. Tree? Tinsle? Presents?
Chip: Presents! Will I get one?
Belle: Of course, everyone gets a present on Christmas.
Chip: Aw, even the master?
Belle: Yes, even the master.
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!*
Angelique: [singing] As long as there's Christmas, I truly believe that hope is the greatest of the gifts we receive.
Chip: Doesn't look so special to me.
Belle: Oh, Chip, I'm sorry. Nothing's changed.
Angelique: I told you nothing would change. I told you the master would not allow this. I told you Christmas was a hopeless folly. But, I was wrong.
Angelique: When I felt lost and lonely, not a dream in my head, your words lifted my spirits high. Remember what you said: As long as there's Christmas, I truly believe that hope is the greatest of the gifts we'll receive. As long as our guiding star shines above...
Belle: [at the same time as Angelique] That hope is the greatest of the gifts we'll recieve. As long as our guiding star shines above...
Angelique: There'll always be Christmas.
Belle: So there always will be a time when the world is filled with peace and love.
Lumiere: [as he rides on Cogsworth down a hill to catch up with Belle, who is getting a Christmas tree] Ha-ho! Faster, faster! I think we've finally found a use for you: clock boarding; no, snow clocking! Whatever! Ha-ha!
Lumiere: And you said it was impossible!
Angelique: No, no, no. I said it was impossible without - *me*.
[Belle, Chip, and Lumiere are climbing up a long and narrow staircase]
Chip: 1,001. 1,002. 1,003. Are we there yet?
Belle: [sighs] Not yet.
Chip: Oh boy, there are sure a lot of steps here! 1,007. 1,008. 1,009. 1,010...
Enchantress: You have been deceived by your own cold heart - a curse upon your house and all within it.
[the enchantress puts the spoiled prince and everyone under a spell]
Enchantress: Until you have found someone to love you as you are, you shall remain forever a beast.
Angelique: [as she guards the dining room] No, no, no, no, no, no, no! They cannot mix bells with holly. Although, I have to admit, not bad for amateurs.
[the Beast approaches the dining room and wrecks everything in anger, and leaves; Angelique comes out of hiding]
Angelique: [solemnly] I knew this was hopeless.
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!
[plays loud music again]
[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] Forte! Stop the noise!
Forte: Noise? Noise?
Forte: This is my masterpiece.
Beast: [bellows] Christmas? She's planning Christmas?
Forte: Yes. 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.
Belle: [singing] You belong side by side, you should never be apart, 'cause when you're both together, you're really twice as smart.
Cogsworth: [spoken] Twice as smart... she does have a point.
Lumiere: Yes. Well, two heads are better than one.
Beast: Let's give Belle the Christmas she's always wanted!
Chip: Hi, Belle.
Belle: [chuckling briefly] Hello! Chip, do you know what day it is?
Chip: Well, it's not Tuesday...
Belle: No, silly. Today is December 24th. The day before Christmas.
Lumiere: And what a beautiful day it is.
Forte: Mademoiselle, please. I am Maestro Forte, court composer and your most humble servant.
Belle: Please to meet you, Monsieur Forte. I'm Belle.