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Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas part 5 - noise song stop the girl

 
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Quotes and pictures BEAST: Forte! Stop the noise! FORTE: Noise? Noise? This is my masterpiece. Master. BEAST: I want you to compose a songI want you to compose a song. It's a present for Belle. FORTE: What? Belle? BEAST: And make it happy! FORTE: Oh, but happines is so depressing! What's next? Love songs?Wedding marches? It's all that girl's fault. BELLE: What about this one? CHIP: Umm, too wiggly. BELLE: Too wiggly? FORTE: Fife! Pay attention. I need you to pace when I think. The girl is evil I tell you. She holds him from my grasp. She fills his head with dreams of love and hope and Christmas. FIFE: Well, what you gonna do? You can't stop Christmas! FORTE: No, but I can stop the girlI can stop the girl. BELLE: Chip, this is the last one. CHIP: That's not it! That's just a weed wishing it was a tree. BELLE: Chip, we looked at every tree on the grounds. CHIP: But there's more this way than that. BELLE: It will have to do. AXE: Oy, aye gavult. What a hedache I have. BELLE: I'm sorry. I'll get a saw. AXE: No, that's fine. I don't want I should put you out. BELLE: Oh, all right. AXE: You have some oil? I just though a little massage. But if it's not, it's no. What are you waiting for, go ahead knock yourself out. You never get headaches, I guessYou never get headaches, I guess. Lucky you. BELLE: Really, I can get a saw. AXE: Who wants a saw? Go ahead with the wacking and the hitting, who's stopping you? BELLE: Shhhh. What is that? Oh, it's beautiful. FORTE: And now for a little Fife. BELLE: Sultan, wait. AXE: Don't worry about me, I'll just sit here. Snow is fine. Maybe a little wet, but who's complaining. FORTE: Yes, my dear. Come to me. BELLE: Come here, boy. Come here. FIFE: Aaa, good doggy, nice doogy. BELLE: Sultan? Hello? Hello? CHIP: M-m-maybe there's nobody here. M-m-maybe we should go. BELLE: What's the matter Sultan? FIFE: Aaaa! BELLE: Oh, Hello. I don't believe we've met. I'm Belle. And you are? FIFE: Fife. BELLE: Down boy, down. We heard the most beautiful musicWe heard the most beautiful music. Was it you? FIFE: Me? You thought that was me? FORTE: Mademoiselle, please. I am maestro Forte, court composer and your most humble servant. BELLE: Pleased to meet you Monsieur Forte. I'm Belle. FORTE: Yes, the entire castle is talking about you, child. They say you are planning a Christmas Gala. Marvelous idea. The very thing to shatter the master's dark and gloomy past. But you must make this the grandest celebration ever. Have you gifts? CHIP: Yep. FORTE: Food? CHIP: Yep. FORTE: Garlands, ribbons, wreaths? CHIP: Check. FORTE: Spangles and "fandangles"? The trinkets, the trimmings, the trappings? CHIP: Yep, we got 'em all. FORTE: The tree? CHIP: See, Belle? I told you. BELLE: Well, we found one. CHIP: But it was on the piddlin' side of punny. FORTE: But did you look in the Black Forest? There you will find a tree better than any you can dreamfind a tree better than any you can dream of. CHIP: Better? We gotta go, Belle. We gotta! BELLE: Chip, we can't. I promised your master I wouldn't leave the castle grounds. I gave my word. FORTE: Cheer up son, there is a profound lesson here. Keeping your word is much more important than bringing joy to another. BELLE: You're twisting what I said. FORTE: Not at all. I agree with you. Look after youself. Let the master do the same. Never mind that the tree was always his favorite part of Christmas. CHIP: Please, Belle, please. BELLE: It looks dangerous. FORTE: Mademoiselle, you are in more danger in this very room. I assure you. BELLE: All right. CHIP: Yes! BELLE: We'll take Philipe. If we hurry we can be back by nightfall. CHIP: Hurray! BELLE: Au revior Monsieur Forte. You'll keep my secret won't youYou'll keep my secret won't you? FORTE: Of course, Mademoiselle, the master will remain completely in the dark. BELLE: Au revior Fife. FIFE: Au revior FORTE: Fife! I want you to follow her. Make sure that they don't come back. FIFE: Oh, yeah, but Maestro, she's so nice. FORTE: When you are finished fawning, Fife, perhaps you can recommend someone else to play your solo. FIFE: No! I'm going, I'm going. BEAST: Cogsworth. COGSWORTH: Oh dar, yes, comming, comming. BEAST: Cogsworth! COGSWORTH: Running, running. Almost there. You bellowed sir? BEAST: Find Belle. I..uh! Well, um! She has to hear a song. COGSWORTH: Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Uh yes. Spendid. Yes, well. Splendid. Right away sir. Belle. Belle? Where is she? Belle? LUMIERE: Careful, careful. Too fast! Get out of the way. Stop! ANGELIQUE: Huh! Amateurs. COGSWORTH: Belle? Excuse me, Hello. Haa anyone seen Belle? I can't find her anywhere and the Master is demanding to see her now. He's got a song he wants her to hear. LUMIERE: C'est magnifique! MRS. POTTS: Last I saw of her, she was going with Chip to look for a Christmas tree. COGSWORTH: Right, we must conduct a search of the ground. Lumiere you're with me. BEAST: Cogsworth, I'm waiting. COGSWORTH: Oh dear, very good, very good. Running, running, running. I'm almost there, sir. Mrs. Potts, stall the master. Lumiere, Lumiere, wait I'm leading. Me first, you second. LUMIERE: Belle? Belle? Where is she? COGSWORTH: Belle? Belle? LUMIERE: Belle, where are you? COGSWORTH: Lumiere, wait. LUMIERE: The Black Forest! Come on, hurry now! COGSWORTH: Oh no! This is catastrophic! LUMIERE: Cogsworth, quit dawdling. COGSWORTH: I'm not dawdling. I'm waddling. LUMIERE: Well, don't waddle then. We're in a hurry, you lazy old clock.
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Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas part 1
  part 2 - gift story
part 2 - gift story
  part 3 - planning the greatest celebration ever
part 3 - planning the greatest celebration ever
  part 4 - the wish rose and the cold heart
part 4 - the wish rose and the cold heart
 
part 5 - noise song stop the girl
part 5 - noise song stop the girl
  part 6 - just a pot of tea love
part 6 - just a pot of tea love
  part 7 - I told you never leave
part 7 - I told you never leave
  part 8 - happy ending for everyone
part 8 - happy ending for everyone