I am done playing this game of yours. Where is Belle? The Beast took her and she... There...

Gaston: I am done playing this game of yours. Where is Belle? Maurice: The Beast took her and she... Gaston: There are no such things as beasts, or talking teacups, or magic! But there are wolves, frostbite, and starvation! LeFou: [stands up] Deep breaths, Gaston. Deep breaths. [Gaston breathes deeply, then turns to Maurice] Gaston: So, why don't we just turn around, go back to Villeneuve? I'm sure Belle is at home, cooking up a lovely dinner. Maurice: If you think I've made all this up, then why did you offer to help? Gaston: Because I want to marry your daughter!... Now, let's go home. Maurice: Belle is not at home! She is with the... Gaston: [grabs Maurice] You say beast one more time, I WILL FEED YOU TO THE WOLVES! LeFou: [tries to stops him] Gaston! Stop it. Breathe, think of happy thoughts, go back to the war, bloods, explosions, countless widows. Gaston: Widows... LeFou: Yes, yes. That's it... [Gaston calms down. LeFou taps his nose] LeFou: That's it. [Gaston turns to Maurice, smiling. Maurice recoils] Gaston: Maurice! Please forgive me, old bean. That's no way to talk to my future father-in-law, now is it? Maurice: Future father-in-law? Gaston: Yeah. Maurice: You will *never* marry my *daughter*. LeFou: [Beat. Then Gaston furiously punches Maurice in the face, knocking him out] I saw that coming.

That way. Definitely, that way. I am done playing this game of yours. Where is Belle? The beast took her and she... There are no such things as beasts. Or talking teacups. Or magic! But there are wolves, frostbite, and starvation. Deep breaths, Gaston. Deep breaths. So, why don't we just turn around? Go back to Villeneuve. I'm sure Belle is at home, cooking up a lovely dinner. If you think I've made all this up... then why did you offer to help? Because I want to marry your daughter! Now, let's go home. Belle is not at home. She is with the... You say beast one more time... I will feed you to the wolves! Gaston! Stop it! Breathe! Think happy thoughts. Go back to the war. Blood. Explosions. Countless widows. - Widows. - Yes. Yes. That's it. That's it. Maurice! Please, forgive me, old bean. That's no way to talk to my future father-in-law... now is it? Future father-in-law? Yeah! You will never marry my daughter. I saw that coming. If Maurice won't give me his blessing... then he is in my way. Once the wolves are finished with him... Belle will have no one to take care of her but me. For the sake of exhausting all of our options... do we maybe wanna consider a slightly less... gruesome alternative? Are you coming? Yah! That hurts! If you held still, it wouldn't hurt as much. Well, if you hadn't run away, none of this would have happened. Well, if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away. Well, you shouldn't have been in the west wing. Well, you should learn to control your temper! Try to get some rest. Thank you, miss. We are eternally grateful. Why do you care about him so much?