Beauty and the Beast

Once upon a time, in the hidden heart of France...

a handsome young prince...

lived in a beautiful castle.

Poof! Poof!

Although he had everything his heart desired...

the prince was selfish and unkind.

Master, it's time.

He taxed the village...

to fill his castle with the most beautiful objects.

And his parties with the most beautiful people.

Oh, how divine

Glamour, music and magic combine

See the maidens so anxious to shine

Look for a sign that enhances chances

She'll be his special one

What a display

What a breathtaking, thrilling array

Every prince Every dog has his day

Let us sing with passion, gusto, fit to bust, oh

Not a care in the world

Then one night...

an unexpected intruder arrived at the castle...

seeking shelter from the bitter storm.

As a gift, she offered the prince, a single rose.

Repulsed by her haggard appearance...

the prince turned the woman away.

Hmm.

But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances.

For beauty is found within.

When he dismissed her again...

the old woman's outward appearance melted away.

To reveal...

a beautiful enchantress.

The prince begged for forgiveness,

but it was too late.

For she had seen that there was no love in his heart.

Chip! Chip! Oh, my!

As punishment...

she transformed him into a hideous beast.

And placed a powerful spell on the castle...

and all who lived there.

As days bled into years...

the prince and his servants were forgotten by the world.

For the enchantress had erased all memory of them...

from the minds of the people they loved.

But the rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose.

If he could learn to love another...

and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell...

the spell would be broken.

If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.

As the years passed...

he fell into despair and lost all hope.

For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Little town It's a quiet village

Every day like the one before

Little town Full of little people

Waking up to say

- Bonjour! - Bonjour!

Bonjour!

There goes the baker with his tray like always

The same old bread and rolls to sell

Every morning just the same

Since the morning that we came

To this poor provincial town

Good morning, Belle!

Good morning, Monsieur Jean! Have you lost something again?

Well, I believe I have.

The problem is, I can't remember what!

Oh, well. I'm sure it will come to me.

Where are you off to?

To return this book to Pere Robert.

It's about two lovers in fair Verona.

Sounds boring.

Look there she goes That girl is strange, no question

Dazed and distracted Can't you tell?

Never part of any crowd

'Cause her head's up on some cloud

No denying she's a funny girl that Belle

Bonjour, good day, how is your family?

Bonjour, good day, how is your wife?

I need six eggs That's too expensive

There must be more than this provincial life

Ah, if it isn't the only bookworm in town.

So, where did you run off to this week?

Two cities in Northern Italy.

I didn't want to come back!

Have you got any new places to go?

I'm afraid not.

But you may reread any of the old ones that you'd like.

Thank you.

Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big.

Bye.

Look, there she goes The girl is so peculiar

I wonder if she's feeling well

With a dreamy far off look And her nose stuck in a book

What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle

Oh! Isn't this amazing

It's my favorite part because you'll see

Here's where she meets Prince Charming

But she won't discover that it's him

'Til chapter three

Now it's no wonder That her name means "beauty"

Her looks have got no parallel

But behind that fair façade I'm afraid she's rather odd

Very different from the rest of us

She's nothing like the rest of us

Yes, different from the rest of us

Is Belle

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,