Cogsworth
[shakes Lumiere's hand in truce]
Well, Lumiere, old friend. Shall we let bygones be bygones?
Lumiere
Of course, mon ami. I told you she would break ze spell!
Cogsworth
I beg your pardon, old friend, but I believe I told you.
Lumiere
No, you didn't! I told you!
Cogsworth
You most certainly did not, you pompous, paraffin-headed peabrain!
Lumiere
En garde, you-you overgrown pocket watch!
[The two begin fighting again]
