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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*