Quotation
Gaston: And you know who that little wife would be?
Belle: Let me think.
Gaston: You, Belle.
Belle: *backing away* Gaston, I'm...speechless. I don't know what to say.
Gaston: Say you'll marry me.
Belle: I'm really sorry, Gaston, but-*groping for the door knob* but-I just don't deserve you! *Gaston flies out the doorway into the mud, and Belle throws his muddy boots out after him*