Oh, lighten up, Cogsworth, and let nature take its course. It's obvious there's a spark between them. Yes, but there's no harm in fanning the flames, you know, a little. Besides, they must fall in love tonight if we ever expect to be human again. Ah, human again. Human again. Yes, think what that means. I'll be cooking again, be good-looking again, with a mademoiselle on each arm. When I'm human again, only human again, poised and polished and gleaming with charm. I'll be courting again, chic and sporting again. Which should call several husbands along. I'll hop down off this shelf and to sweet me myself. I can't wait to be human again. When we're human again, only human again. When we're knick-knacks and whatnots no more. When we're human again, good and human again. Oh, sherry, won't it all be top drawer? I'll wear lipstick and rouge and I won't be so huge. Why, I'll easily fit through that door. I'll exude charbonneur. I'll wear gowns, I'll have hair. It's my pleasure to be human again. When we're human again, only human again. When the world once more starts making sense. I'll unwind for a change. Really? That'd be strange. Can I help it if I'm too tense? I'll be in a shack by the sea. I'll sit back, sipping tea. Let my early retirement commence. Far from fools made of wax, I'll get down to brass tacks and relax. I'm human again. So sweet, a gust from before. It's legend, some light in the moon. I can feel, I can tell, Someone might break the spell any day now. Shine up the brass armadillo. Collect the dust, mail and broom. In the office as planned, I'll try maybe at hand any day now. Open the shutters and let in some air. Put these here and put those over there. Sweep up the years of sadness and tears And throw them away. We'll be human again. Only human again. When the girl finally sets us all free. She's a villain again. We're a civilian again. We'll resume our love-lost frenzy. We'll be playin' again. Holidayin' again. It's a-s-a-man. They will push, they will shove. They will watch while in love. And we'll finally be human again. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Hm. Could you read it again? Well, here. Why don't you read it to me? Uh, alright. Um... Um... I can't. You mean you never learned? I learned. A little. It's just been so long. Well, here. I'll help you. Let's start here. Here. Hm. Hm. Okay. Twelve? Two. Two. I knew that. Two households. I'm not afraid. On that glorious morn when we're finally reborn and we're all still human again.