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