If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
I let her go.
Cogsworth: Yes, yes, splen – You what? How could you do that?
Beast: I had to.
Cogsworth: Yes, but, but, but but why?
Beast: Because I love her.
We don’t like what we don’t understand, in fact it scares us, and this monster is mysterious at least…
What should we do, Master?
Beast: It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come.
Oh, uh this is a rejection letter.
It’s not a rejection letter per se.
It’s a “soon and inevitably to be accepted” letter.
Listen to this.
“Your work is not entirely without promise.
“Hurricane of Wills,” unfinished.
You win, Sam.
I’ve struggled so hard for so long to keep my dreams alive, and I haven’t fooled anyone but myself.
I know all along you all considered me a pretentious, self-deluded windbag and apparently, you’ve all been right.
I’m never going to be Diane Chambers, the great poet, the world-famous novelist, the revered artist.
I’ve gone as high as I’m going to go.
I’m a waitress in a beer hall and not a very good one.
A waitress.
A waitress.
A waitress.
Miss, could you take our order? (sobbing)