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TEXT: PATRICIA
Gaston: Happy fucking birthday, sweetheart. I know, I know, scold me for the profanity. But if there's anyone who deserves a fucking, it's you! I love you, Tishy. Truly. I'll be over with your little present today.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: You could be, too.
[five minutes pass]
Gaston: [unsent] How? It was supposed to be me and you.
Gaston: I'm already happy, baby. As can be.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: If you're happy with this girl of yours, then why?
Belle: I shouldn't have to hide away. I'm sorry if it hurts you, I am. Truly, wholeheartedly. But I shouldn't have to hide away from who I am and my own chance to be happy. I don't want it to be that way.
Gaston: Then I hope you're happy, Belle.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: Bloody hell, Étienne? Why should it be a problem? Why must everything be an absolute pissing contest for you?
Gaston: I mean, you seeing me with other people might not be a problem, Belle. But I'm certain it will be a problem for me. Understand?
ÉTIENNE’S JOURNAL. [12/3/18]
She’s shy? Putain! You fucking idiot! Ta gueule, Étienne!
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: Right. Of course.
Belle: Not trying to compete here, but thank you for the clarification.
Gaston: Right.
Gaston: Anyway, not a problem as I doubt we'll be crossing paths again, hm? Not even a problem
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: Oh.
[a few minutes pass]
Belle: Are you... being truthful?
Belle: I don't mean to be so blunt. I just... you don't have to lie? I mean, if you are. It's alright if you aren't seeing anybody.
Belle: But if you are, I'm really quite happy for you!
Gaston: Of course I'm being truthful. What kind of absolute sadsack would lie about acquiring a girlfriend? I know it's alright if I'm not with anyone, it's not a fucking competition, Belle. It's just, early days. And like I said, she's very shy. Gorgeous though. I can promise you that.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: Wait, really? You are?
Belle: Oh! I'm glad, Étienne.
Belle: Would you tell me about them?
Gaston: No.
Gaston: I mean... terribly shy. She's... shy.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: It's early. We've... been on a few dates? I like him.
Belle: I don't know what to say.
Gaston: Good for you.
Gaston: I mean, I'm seeing somebody too so.
Gaston: Really! Good for you. Wonderful. Really.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: I don't think we should be talking about this.
Gaston: No. No. Probably not.
[a minute passes]
Gaston: Is he your boyfriend?
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: Why does that matter?
Gaston: I suppose it doesn't.
Gaston: But it's good that you are.
Gaston: If you are.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: I don't know.
Belle: Any of it. All of it?
Gaston: So you are seeing someone?
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: You can't say things like that.
Gaston: ... Which part?
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: Bitter. Angry. Harsh. Trenchant. Scathing. None of what you were aiming for, I think? Still, a worthy attempt!
[10 minutes pass]
Belle: Wow...
Gaston: Why, thank you, Belle!
Gaston: Uh.
Gaston: Belle?
Gaston: Belle.
Gaston: Ah, there you are.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: Oh, that was a good one! Though, i'm afraid that actually wasn't the correct context. But still, a great word.
Belle: Why ever would you want that?
Belle: I don't have to accept any such thing. Babies are a miracle. A gorgeous, glorious miracle!
Gaston: Oh. Then what does it mean?
Gaston: Because naive women are sweet. And pretty. With nice laughs, and are often blissfully amazing fucks.
Gaston: Why am I telling you this? In fact, why are you asking?
Gaston: Well, that's not a problem we'll be having. Our babies will be beautiful.
Gaston: Separately. Our separate children.
Gaston: Because you're quite good looking. You know, as am I.
Gaston: Your children with whatever random man you decide to marry. Probably this other man you're seeing.
TEXT: BELLE
Belle: I don't have delicate sensibilities. I do have the urge to throw away your 'word of the day toilet paper', but my sensibilities are just fine.
Belle: And, on another note, being delicate isn't a flaw.
Gaston: My toilet paper is doing an absolutely acrimonious job, sweetheart.
Gaston: Of course not. I like a bit of nativity when it comes to my women. Still, you might just have to accept that /some/ babies are born ugly.
