Beauty and the Beast Season 2 Episode 4

Catherine: Vincent, it's beautiful. Remember how I told you that when I was little I was afraid of the dark. My mother gave me a candle to light at my bedside before I went to sleep. Just a tiny little thing, a birthday candle. Somehow, it made it all right. I have loved candles ever since.
Vincent: This is no ordinary candle. This is for Winterfest. It is a special time for us. We have other celebrations, all the holidays and traditions we share with your world, but Winterfest is our own. A time to remember the past, dream of the future. Each year, we deliver these candles to our helpers in the world Above. Without their light, our world would be dark. Our lives would be cold without their warmth.The candles are our way of saying that they're a part of us. Everyone, the entire community has agreed this year tat Winterfest would be incomplete unless you are there.

Father: Third of a century? Hard for me to believe it, Vincent. You were only a babe in my arms that first year.
Vincent: My oldest memory is of a Winterfest. I must have been three or four. I remember a cold, dark room. Footsteps echoed all around me. I was frightened. Devin held my hand. Then, they lit the candles and the darkness pushed back. When I saw the tapestries for the first time...they took my breath away.

Vincent: Can I lead you through the dark?
Catherine: There is no darkness, Vincent, when you are with me.

Catherine: (tapestries) Wonderful. Where do they come from? Who is the artist?
Vincent: It is a mystery that we have never solved, Catherine. Perhaps, they are enchanted. I use to imagine they were magic windows that if I stared at them long enough and hard enough they might open up and I could pass through to another world. But when I reached out, they were only cloth.

Sebastian: Ah? Chess. The game of kings...not to mention rooks and pawns. Well, set them up! Set them up! Time for your annual humiliation.
Father: Never again. Last year, he took my king.
Sebastian: Well, isn't that the whole idea?
Father: No, the whole idea is that you capture the pieces, not make them disappear. Peter, wuld you care for a game?
Peter: Oh Jacob. Have you ever considered consulting a psychologist about that streak of masochism?

Catherine: (turns to Vincent) Vincent, can I ask you something very personal?
Vincent: You can ask me anything, Catherine.
Catherine: Do you dance?

Father: I ought to have my head examined for letting you talk me into this.
Sebastian: You can examine it all you like, Jacob. It won't help your game one little bit.

Narcissa: Beware the poison rose!

Father: Winterfest is a time for brotherhood, for joy and trust. Now, if we forget that, if we let this day of all days to be tainted with fear...then Paracelsus will truly have won.

Vincent: Is this how we want Winterfest to end? Each of us slinking away to nurse our wounds, each alone? Have we forgotten what this day means?
Mouse: Okay good. Okay fine.

Father: Catherine, you are a part of us now. Come, complete the circle.

Catherine: Can you hear it, Vincent?
Vincent: Only the quiet...and the wind crying to get in.
Catherine: You can hear it if you try. The music.
Vincent: Yes, I hear it...Catherine, that question that you asked me earlier...