Gaston: Hello, Belle.
Belle: Bonjour Gaston. (Gaston grabs the book from Belle) Gaston, may I have my book, please?
Gaston: How can you read this? There’s no pictures!
Belle: Well, some people use their imaginations.
Gaston: Belle, it’s about time you got your head out of those books (tossing book into the mud) and paid attention to more important things. . .like me! The whole town’s talking about it. It’s not right for a woman to read–soon she starts getting ideas. . . and thinking.
Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.
McLeach: [realizes he has one less egg] Did you take one of my eggs? [Joanna, with an egg in her shut mouth, shakes her head no] Open your mouth. [Joanna opens her mouth, moving the egg on her tongue to the side. McLeach sees it anyway] These are NOT… Joanna Eggs! [he closes the egg box]