Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas (1997 Video)
Tim Curry: Forte
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Quotes
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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!*
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Beast : [bellows] Christmas? She's planning Christmas?
Forte : Yeees. 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.
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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!
Forte : [plays loud music again] We can remain as we are, forever and ever!
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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!
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Beast : [as Forte plays while the Beast enters the room, about to ask Forte to compose a song as a present for Belle] Forte, stop the noise!
Forte : Noise? Noise?
[scoffs]
Forte : This is my masterpiece.
Beast : I, I want you to compose a song. It's a present, for Belle.
Forte : What? Belle?
Beast : An - and make it... *happy*!
Forte : Oh, but happiness is so... depressing. What's next?
[starts playing]
Forte : Love songs?
[short pause]
Forte : Wedding marches? It's all that *girl's* fault.