[Belle:] Is he gone? Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him.

Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless . . .

"Madame Gaston!"

Can't you just see it?

"Madame Gaston!"

His "little wife"

No sir! Not me!

I guarantee it

I want much more than this provincial life

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere

I want it more than I can tell

And for once it might be grand

To have someone understand

I want so much more than they've got planned