[center][hr][img]http://data1.whicdn.com/images/79480306/original.gif[/img] [hr] [i][b]"Well if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!"[/b] I countered, following his action in standing up. My grip on the 'rag' had tightened as I continued frowning, staring up at him. My eyes darted back to the audience. Though the spotlight hid most of the audience, I could still see the rows where the director and his crew sat. I couldn't see his face very where, but it didn't look as if he hated it. Maybe he even liked it. [/i][hr] [hider=Script] Fade to int of den, with BELLE pouring hot water out of MRS. POTTS. She soaks a rag in the water, then turns to BEAST, who is licking his wounds.) BELLE: Here now. Oh, don't do that. (BEAST growls at her as she tries to clean the wound with her rag.) Just...hold still. (She touches the rag to the wound and BEAST roars in pain. The OBJECTS, who have been watching, jump back into hiding from the outburst.) BEAST: That hurts! BELLE: (In counterpoint) If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much. BEAST: Well if you hadn't run away, this wouldn't have happened! BELLE: Well if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away! BEAST: (Opens his mouth to respond, but has to stop and think of a good line) Well you shouldn't have been in the West Wing! BELLE: Well you should learn to control your temper! (BEAST raises his hand to bring out another point, but finds he has none, so he bows his head down again. The OBJECTS emerge from their hiding as BELLE has conquered the ferocious temper of BEAST. BELLE moves the rag closer to the wound) Now, hold still. This may sting a little. (BEAST gives a surprised grunt, then grits his teeth as the rag is applied. BELLE speaks tenderly.) By the way, thank you, for saving my life. (BEAST opens his eyes, looking surprised.) BEAST: (Also very tenderly) You're welcome.[/hider][/center]