the dogs. We'll have six or seven.

Belle: Dogs?

Gaston: No, Belle! Strapping boys, like me.

Belle: Imagine that.

Gaston: And do you know who that little wife will be?

Belle: Let me think.

Gaston: You Belle.

Belle: Gaston, I am speechless. I really don't know what to say.

Gaston: Say you will marry me.

Belle: I am very sorry; Gaston, but I just don't deserve you.