Gaston: How can toi read this? There's no pictures!
Belle: Well, some people use their imagination.

Gaston: This is the jour your dreams come true.
Belle: What do toi know about my dreams, Gaston?
Gaston: Plenty! Here, picture this: A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife massaging my feet, while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs. We'll have six ou seven.
Belle: Dogs?
Gaston: No, Belle! Strapping boys, like me!
Belle: Imagine that.
Gaston: And do toi know who that little wife will be?
Belle: Let me think...
Gaston: You, Belle!
Belle: Gaston, I'm-I'm speechless. I really don't know what to say.
Gaston: Say you'll marry me!
Belle: I'm very sorry, Gaston... but... but I just don't deserve you!

Gaston: If I didn't know better, I'd think toi had *feelings* for this monster.
Belle: He's no monster, Gaston, *you* are!

Belle: Gaston, toi are positively primeval.
Gaston: Why thank you, Belle. What would toi say if toi and I took a walk over to the tavern and took a look at my trophies?
Belle: Maybe some other time.

[singing]
Gaston: Lefou, I'm afraid I've been thinking...
Lefou: A dangerous pastime?
Gaston: I know.

Gaston: [singing] Here in town there's only she, who is beautiful as me, so I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle.

[singing]
Gaston, Lefou: No one plots like Gaston.
Gaston: Takes cheap shots like Gaston.
Lefou: Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston!

Gaston: It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting *ideas*, and *thinking*...

Gaston: [singing] I use antlers in all of my decorating!

Gaston: I'd like to thank toi all for coming to my wedding. But first I'd better go in there and propose to the girl.

Gaston: Were toi in l’amour with her, Beast? Did toi honestly think she'd want toi when she had someone like me?

Gaston: Take whatever booty toi can find, but remember: the Beast is mine!

[Gaston is face down in a mud wallow after Belle turns down his marriage proposal]
Lefou: So, how did it go?
Gaston: [grabs Lefou] I'll have Belle for my wife! Make no mistake about *that*!
[throws Lefou in the mud]
Lefou: [to the pig] Touchy!
[the pig oinks]

Monsieur D'Arque: I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night, but he a dit you'd make it worth my while.
[Gaston presents him with a bag of money]
Monsieur D'Arque: Ah, I'm listening.
Gaston: It's like this: I've got my cœur, coeur set on marrying Belle, but she needs a little... persuasion.
Lefou: [chuckles] Turned him down flat.
[Gaston hits him]
Gaston: Everyone knows her father's a lunatic. He was in here tonight, raving about a *beast* in a *castle*.
Monsieur D'Arque: Maurice is harmless.
Gaston: The point is, Belle would do *anything* to keep him from being locked up.
Lefou: Yeah, even marry *him*.
[points at Gaston; ducks when Gaston tries to hit him again]
Monsieur D'Arque: So toi want me to throw her father into the asylum unless she agrees to marry you?
[Lefou nods eagerly]
Monsieur D'Arque: Oh, that is despicable.
[Chuckling]
Monsieur D'Arque: I l’amour it!

[Gaston and the Beast are battling on the tower]
Gaston: It's over, Beast! Belle is mine!
[the Beast strikes at Gaston, grabs him and holds him over the edge]
Gaston: Let me go! Let me go, please! Don't hurt me! I'll do anything! Anything!
[after a tense moment, the Beast drags Gaston away from the edge]
Beast: Get out.