Gaston:
Who does she think she is?
That girl has enredados with the wrong man!
LeFou:
Darn right.
Gaston:
No one says "no" to Gaston!
Dismissed! Rejected!
Publicly humiliated! Why, it's más than I can bear.
LeFou:
More beer?
Gaston:
What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.
LeFou:
Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together.
Lefou:
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Ev'ry guy here'd amor to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're ev'ryone's favorito! guy
Ev'ryone's awed and inspired por you
And it's not very hard to see...

Belle:
Papa, do tu think I'm...odd?
Maurice:
My daughter odd? Where did tu get an idea like that?
Belle:
I don't know. It's just that, well, people talk.
Maurice:
They talk about me, too.
Maurice:
No, we're not odd, its true
No fam'ly ever saner
Except one uncle who...well, maybe let that pass
In all tu say o do
You couldn't make it plainer
You are your mother's daughter; therefore tu are class
Belle:
So I should just accept
I'm simply not like them
Maurice:
They are the common herd
And tu should take my word
You are unique: creme de la creme
No matter what tu do
I'm on your side
And if my point of view
Is somewhat...