Beauty and the Beast Quote
Belle: [singing]This is the Paris of my childhood/These were the borders of my life/In this crumbling, dusty attic/Where an artist loved his wife/Easy to remember/Harder to move on/Knowing the Paris of my childhood/Is gone [she sits on the bed as the Beast walks around to the other side of the room]
Beast: What happened to your mother?
Belle: It was the one story Papa could never bring himself to tell me. I knew better than to ask.
Beast: [he looks to the chair and gasps softly]A doctor's mask... [he pauses]
Beast: Plague. [flashback to a plague doctor closing his medicine case. Belle's mother lays sick on the bed behind him]
Plague Doctor: We have to leave. Now.
Belle's Mother: [to Young Maurice]Go, before it takes her too. [he picks up a crying infant Belle as her mother kisses the rose he left behind. Back to present, Belle clutching her crib]
Beast: I'm sorry I ever called your father a thief.
Belle: [whispers]Let's go home.
Beast: What happened to your mother?
Belle: It was the one story Papa could never bring himself to tell me. I knew better than to ask.
Beast: [he looks to the chair and gasps softly]A doctor's mask... [he pauses]
Beast: Plague. [flashback to a plague doctor closing his medicine case. Belle's mother lays sick on the bed behind him]
Plague Doctor: We have to leave. Now.
Belle's Mother: [to Young Maurice]Go, before it takes her too. [he picks up a crying infant Belle as her mother kisses the rose he left behind. Back to present, Belle clutching her crib]
Beast: I'm sorry I ever called your father a thief.
Belle: [whispers]Let's go home.
Movie: Beauty and the Beast
