Bonnie HuntQuotes

Kate Corvatch: I married a liar. Why? Because I married a man.

Young Sarah Whittle: I'm starting to forget what it's like to be a grown-up.

Young Alan Parrish: That's okay. As long as we don't forget each other.

Young Sarah Whittle: [She kisses him] Or Judy and Peter. Alan, there's something I've been wanting to do and I better do it before I feel too much like a kid.

Young Alan Parrish: They probably don't teach driver training in the sixth grade, huh?

All:

Sarah Whittle: Merry Christmas. Wanna try one of these?

All:

Alan Parrish: [on the phone, to Sam] No, Dad. It's a new cross-trainer. It's doing fabulous. It's not a bra. It's a shoe.

Sarah Whittle: Honey, they're here.

Alan Parrish: Dad, I gotta run. Merry Christmas. We'll pick you up at the airport. You'll be the best Christmas gift of all. Bye-bye. Bye-bye. They're here.

Sarah Whittle: Come on. Let's go.

Alan Parrish: Pardon me. Jim, glad you could make it.

Jim Shepherd: Thanks. This is my wife, Martha.

Alan Parrish: Hi, Martha. This is Sarah.

Martha Shepherd: Hi, Sarah.

Jim Shepherd: Where are the kids?

Alan Parrish: Oh, my God, there they are.

Martha Shepherd: How'd you know?

Sarah Whittle: A guess. A guess, of course. They're your kids.

Jim Shepherd: You're right. These are our children. Judy and Peter. Kids, say hi to Mr. and Mrs. Parrish.

Peter Shepherd: Nice to meet you.

Judy Shepherd: Nice to meet you.

Alan Parrish: You're just like we remembered you. I feel like we know so much about them because, you know--

Sarah Whittle: You've told Alan so much about them.

Alan Parrish: And I told her.

Sarah Whittle: Yeah.

Alan Parrish: I'll go get the presents.

Sarah Whittle: Sure, honey. Well, we love children.

Alan Parrish: Merry Christmas.

Peter Shepherd: Cool!

Alan Parrish: So, when can you start?

Jim Shepherd: Well, actually, Martha and I were thinking of taking a little skiing holiday in the Canadian Rockies.

Alan and Sarah: [all chatter stops] No!

Alan Parrish: Sorry. We-- We just--

Sarah Whittle: Need you to get that marketing done on the new line… pronto.

Jim Shepherd: No problem. I could probably start next week. That'd be great.

Alan Parrish: Let me introduce you to the rest of the folks you'll be working with. Come on in. Our house was your house. Is, anytime you like.

All:

French speaking Girl: What's that noise?

Alan Parrish: Jumanji.

Van Pelt: Huh?

Alan Parrish: [louder; Van Pelt gun crooks and fires] It's Jumanji.

Sarah Whittle: [jumpa out in front of the bullet; Van Pelt shoots a bullet which disintegrates as he and everything from the game gets sucked back in] No, Alan, no!

Sam Parrish: [entering the house] I forgot my speech notes.

Young Alan Parrish: [Hugs Sam] I'm so glad you're back.

Sam Parrish: I've only been gone five minutes.

Young Alan Parrish: It seems like a lot longer to me.

Sam Parrish: See, I thought you told me you were never gonna talk to me again.

Young Alan Parrish: [sadly] Whatever I said, Dad, I'm sorry.

Sam Parrish: Look, Alan, I was angry. I'm sorry too. I'm sorry. Look, you don't have to go to Cliffside if you don't want to. Let's talk it over tomorrow, man-to-man.

Young Alan Parrish: How about father-to-son?

Sam Parrish: All right. Hey, I gotta get going. I'm the guest of honor.

Young Alan Parrish: Dad? Back in nineteen six-- I mean, today in the factory, it wasn't Carl Bentley's fault. I put the shoe on the conveyor belt.

Sam Parrish: I'm glad you told me, son. Thanks.

Young Alan Parrish: Bye, Dad.

Sam Parrish: Good-bye.

Young Alan Parrish: [remembers something] Holy smokes! Judy and Peter!

Young Sarah Whittle: Alan. They're not there. It's 1969. They don't even exist yet.

Alan Parrish: Sarah!

Sarah Whittle: What?

Alan Parrish: It's your turn. You can finish if you roll a 7.

Sarah Whittle: I can't roll!

Alan Parrish: Put the dice in your mouth--

Sarah Whittle: Judy! Bring the game! Hurry!

Peter Shepherd: [Peter chops the poisonous plant in half with the axe] Judy! Judy, are you okay?

Judy Shepherd: [pulls out the barb] I'm fine. Help them.

Sarah Whittle: [puts them in Sarah’s mouth and she spits them out onto the game.; the mansion is separating] Come on, Judy. Gimme the dice! "You're almost there with much at stake, but now the ground begins to quake.

Peter Shepherd: Judy!

Sarah Whittle: Oh, my God!

Alan Parrish: What?

Judy Shepherd: [the barb has injured Judy] I wish Mom and Dad were here.

Peter Shepherd: So do I.

Alan Parrish: Our only chance is if we finish the game!

Sarah Whittle: It's your turn!

Alan Parrish: Oh, my God. Get the game! The game!

Sarah Whittle: No, I won't let you go! Alan!

Van Pelt: [Alan grabs the two dice; Alan does so; pauses; to Alan's hand in two dices; Alan drops the dice onto the game, but the other dice falls into the crack below] Don't move! Stand up. What's in your hand? Drop it. End of the line, Sunny Jim. Game's up. Stop running.

Alan Parrish: No.

Van Pelt: Aren't you afraid?

Alan Parrish: [The dice keep rolling into the fissure] I'm terrified. But, my father told me, you should always face what you're afraid of.

Van Pelt: [laughs] Good lad. You're finally acting like a man. Any last words?

Alan Parrish: Come on. Okay, it's my turn. I've got it. Colonel Mustard in the library with a wrench. Clue.

Alan Parrish: Beware the ground on which you stand, the floor is quicker than the sand.

Sarah Whittle: Alan!

Alan Parrish: Help me.

Sarah Whittle: Okay. Stay calm. Don't struggle. Stay calm.

Alan Parrish: I'm calm.

Judy Shepherd: Alan! Grab on!

Alan Parrish: Pull. Okay, I got it. Pull!

Sarah Whittle: Stay calm!

Alan Parrish: Come on.

Sarah Whittle: Oh, good! I got you.

Alan Parrish: Stop giving me things that come apart!

Judy Shepherd: There is a lesson--

Sarah Whittle: All right.

Judy Shepherd: There is a lesson you will learn:

Sarah Whittle: I got you.

Judy Shepherd: [the floor becomes quicksand; Sarah tries to pull Alan up, but also gets stuck] sometimes you must go back a turn.

Sarah Whittle: Did I hurt you?

Alan Parrish: Oh, no.

Sarah Whittle: Oh, dear.

Alan Parrish: Oh, thank you, Judy. Thank you. That was quick thinking. Sarah and I would like to get out of the floor, so it's your turn, Peter.

Peter Shepherd: Okay.

Sarah Whittle: I thought I lost you again.

Alan Parrish: Thanks for stickin around this time.

Peter Shepherd: Need a hand while you just wait, we'll help you out, we each have…eight?

Alan Parrish: [spiders appear] What's that? What is it?

Sarah Whittle: Nothing. Waah!

Alan Parrish: You don't go "Waah!" for nothing.

Sarah Whittle: Oh, my.

Alan Parrish: Peter! My dad kept an axe in the woodshed. Go get it.

Peter Shepherd: Okay.

Alan Parrish: Hurry! Go, go, go!

Judy Shepherd: Sarah!

Aunt Nora: Judy? Peter?

Peter Shepherd: Aunt Nora, it's me, Peter.

Aunt Nora: [shocked at Peter's appearance and seeing Alan’s legs protruding from the ceiling; she backs into the closet] Oh, God!

Peter Shepherd: [locks her in the closet] Sorry, I can't talk right now. I'll explain later.

Sarah Whittle: Shouldn't we play someplace else?

Alan Parrish: No. I grew up in this. It's out there that scares me.

Sarah Whittle: Okay, it's my turn.

Judy Shepherd: Sarah, if you roll a 12, you win.

Sarah Whittle: Okay, ready? Here I go.

Alan Parrish: It's okay.

Sarah Whittle: Every month at the quarter moon, there'll be a monsoon… in your lagoon." Monsoon. Well, at least we're inside.

Alan Parrish: Yeah, right.

Sarah Whittle: Well, a little rain never hurt anybody.

Alan Parrish: Yeah, but a lot could kill ya. Come on. Make way.

Sarah Whittle: What do we do now?

Alan Parrish: We get to higher ground!

Sarah Whittle: Okay.

Alan Parrish: [a crocodile suddenly appears] Come on! Stay together! Peter! You all right, Peter? Judy!

Sarah Whittle: Alan.

Alan Parrish: What?

Saran Whittle: What is that?

Alan Parrish: Ah! Swim! Go! Go!

Sarah Whittle: Alan!

Alan Parrish: Judy, swim fast! Move! Keep goin'! Get on the table! Peter, get out of the water! On the chandelier! Come on, Sarah.

Judy Shepherd: Peter!

Alan Parrish: Hang on, Sarah!

Judy Shepherd: Are you okay?

Sarah Whittle: Where is he? Alan!

Judy Shepherd: Alan!

Aunt Nora: Judy! Peter!

Carl Bentley: Ma'am, step back and let me handle this, please. It's probably nothing. They probably left the TV on too loud.

Aunt Nora: Peter! Judy!

Carl Bentley: [kicks the door. The pressure from the water blows the doors off and they are surfing down the street on the doors as a crocodile swims next to them] I always wanted to do this. Could you step back, please?

Alan Parrish: Alan, give me your hand.

Judy Shepherd: Alan!

Peter Shepherd: Grab my hand!

Alan Parrish: I got it! No!

Peter Shepherd: Alan!

Alan Parrish: Hey. Take the game. Here you go. You okay?

Sarah Whittle: Yeah. Alan, you wrestled an alligator for me.

Alan Parrish: It was a crocodile. Alligators don't have that little fringe on their hind leg. Come on.

Sarah Whittle: My mistake.

Carl Bentley: Turn the siren off. Right there!

Alan Parrish: I got it.

Carl Bentley: Okay!

Van Pelt: Stop your cringing, woman. I could have shot you at any moment.

Sarah Whittle: Then why didn't you?

Van Pelt: You didn't roll the dice. Alan did.

Carl Bentley: There it is. Hit the brakes. Hit the brakes!

Alan Parrish: I'm hittin em.

Carl Bentley: Hit the brakes!

Alan Parrish: I'm hittin the brakes!

Van Pelt: He should be here any moment.

Alan Parrish: [the car plows into the store knocking shelves over and burying Van Pelt in paint cans] Sarah! You're all right?

Sarah Whittle: Yes.

Alan Parrish: Where's Peter?

Peter Shepherd: I'm here.

Alan Parrish: Oh, great.

Self-help tape: So remember, circumstances are never ever out of your control. End of tape three.

Carl Bentley: [using a hacksaw to free himself from the door] I got it.

Sarah Whittle: Alan, talk to him. Please?

Alan Parrish: What? We don't have time for this, okay?

Sarah Whittle: I know, but he's a kid and he was trying to help.

Alan Parrish: All right.

Sarah Whittle: Thank you.

Alan Parrish: [to Peter] I warned you about this, Peter. No, you wanted to play the game. What, are you crying? You don't cry, all right? You keep your chin up. Keep your chin up. Crying never helped anybody do anything, okay? You have a problem, you face it like a man.

Alan Parrish: I'm sorry. Twenty-six years buried in the jungle and I still became my father. It's okay. Come here. I'm sorry. Hey. It's all right. Remember what you told me? It's all right to be afraid.

Peter Shepherd: It's not that.

Alan Parrish: [whispers in Alan's ear; pulls Peter's tail out of his pants; The house has turned into a swamp] What is it? Okay. Ready? Don't worry. We're gonna have you turned back into your old self in no time flat. Cause we're gonna go in here, and together, we're gonna sit down, we're gonna finish that game, no matter what. Suddenly, I feel right at home.

Carl Bentley: Lorraine, this is Carl. I know who's behind this. I'm headin to the Parrish place. Gimme backup. Lorraine?

Aunt Nora: Wait!

Carl Bentley: Now what?

Aunt Nora: Stop! Wait, stop!

Carl Bentley: Is there a problem, ma'am?

Aunt Nora: Can I have a ride home?

Carl Bentley: Where do you live?

Aunt Nora: Jefferson Street. The old Parrish place.

Carl Bentley: Do you have children? A boy and a girl?

Aunt Nora: Oh, my God! What happened?

Carl Bentley: [a vine from the game has taken Carl's cop car] Get in. I'll explain it on the way. Fine! Take it! We gotta get to that house.

Sarah Whittle: Thank you. Come on.

Judy Shepherd: What's going on?

Sarah Whittle: [monkeys on a police motorcycle ride by] Apparently there's a sale happening. You just saw three monkeys go by on a motorcycle, didn't you?

Judy Shepherd: Yes.

Sarah Whittle: [they go up to an ATM but discover it's out of service] Good girl. Come on. Well, maybe we can bail him out with a check.

Van Pelt: [takes the game back] Thanks. You tell that sniveling coward from me, if he wants-- Hey! Get out of my way! Give me that, boy!

Peter Shepherd: [Peter is trapped in a car due to a rhino crushing it] Hey! Help me! Get me outta here!

Sarah Whittle: It's all right.

Judy Shepherd: Oh, my God, Peter.

Sarah Whittle: [They run to Sir Sav-a-Lot.] Come on.

Judy Shepherd: [spots the game on a counter] There it is!

Sarah Whittle: [she goes to retrieve it] Wait here.

Van Pelt: [catches Sarah] Got ya, girlie. When Alan hears of your predicament, he'll come.

Sarah Whittle: He doesn't know I'm here, so this isn't gonna work. I'm going.

Van Pelt: Don't move or I'll blow your blinking brains out!

Sarah Whittle: Call the cops!

Van Pelt: That should do it, don't ya think?

Sarah Whittle: Oh, yeah.

Judy Shepherd: [uses the scanner to temporarily blind Van Pelt] Price check!

Alan Parrish: If you let me go, I can stop all this. It sounds like something out of the Twilight Zone, but it's true. Please. You gotta help me on this.

Carl Bentley: [removing the handcuffs; throws the handcuff keys and handcuffs Carl to the door] I know I'm gonna regret it. Just hold still. There. I let you go. Now what are we gon’ do?

Alan Parrish: You are gonna stay here.

Carl Bentley: Those are my keys!

Alan Parrish: It's for your own good. You just stay there.

Carl Bentley: My handcuff keys. Wait.

Alan Parrish: This is something I have to do.

Carl Bentley: Alan!

Alan Parrish: You'll thank me someday.

Carl Bentley: Lorraine, come in. Lorraine!

Alan Parrish: What's Sir Sav-a-lot?

Carl Bentley: It's a discount store.

Alan Parrish: Move over.

Carl Bentley: Wait. Gently.

Alan Parrish: All right. Don't worry. I've done this before once.

Alan Parrish: Where's Sir Sav-a-Lot?

Carl Bentley: Monroe and Elm.

Alan Parrish: The Episcopal church.

Carl Bentley: No, it's not a church anymore. Now it's a Speedy Burger, or at least it was. I don't know what's left of it. People in this town are goin loopy.

Sarah Whittle: Judy!

Alan Parrish: We got company.

Carl Bentley: [The same monkeys from before ride up] It's all right. That's a traffic cop. He'll back us up.

Judy Shepherd: Here's the game.

Sarah Whittle: Come on. Get outta here.

Gun Salesman: What can I do for you?

Van Pelt: [hands him a bullet] I want a gross of these.

Gun Salesman: You know, they stopped making these in 1903.

Van Pelt: Damn. I shall need a replacement weapon.

Gun Salesman: [he places a stack of forms on the counter as Van Pelt drops some coins; Louise stops what she's doing and changes the "Open" sign to "Closed".; hands Van Pelt a new gun; Van Pelt looks at the salesman as if to say, "are you crazy"?] Well, there's a waiting period, and you'll have to... fill out these. Or I could fill these out. Louise. Now, anyone asks, you didn't get this here. You're not a postal worker, are you?

Sarah Whittle: Alan!

Peter Shepherd: Alan!

Alan Parrish: Quiet. Okay. No!

Sarah and Judy: Peter!

Judy Shepherd: [Peter has successfully gotten the game back] Peter, that was great.

Sarah Whittle: Are you okay?

Judy Shepherd: I can't believe you did that. That was so cool. You gave me chills.

Sarah Whittle: It was great. Alan.

Alan Parrish: It's nice work. Come on, gimme the game. Let's go.

Alan Parrish: [Carl notices Alan] Oh, no. Act natural.

Carl Bentley: Hey!

Alan Parrish: Hide the game.

Carl Bentley: I don't believe this. Every time there's trouble, I run into you.

Alan Parrish: Me? I don't know what you're talking about.

Carl Bentley: [arresting Alan] All right, I'm taking you in for questioning.

Alan Parrish: I'm not going anywhere.

Sarah Whittle: Just a second. You can't take him. He's--

Judy Shepherd: Her fiancé.

Carl Bentley: Wait a minute, I thought you said he was your uncle.

Alan Parrish: It's all right. I'll be back soon.

Van Pelt: [fails to shoot Alan] Blast!

Sarah Whittle: Remember you said you'd never abandon your friends?

Alan Parrish: We'll finish the game later. Okay?

Sarah Whittle: Later?

Alan Parrish: Van Pelt. Van Pelt.

Carl Bentley: I suggest you all go home now.

Alan Parrish: Okay.

Judy Shepherd: Now how are we supposed to finish the game?

Sarah Whittle: We can't. We can't finish it without him.

Peter Shepherd: [Has set the game on a stump and rolled the dices; Sarah and Judy run over] Judy!

Judy Shepherd: What?

Sarah Whittle: What happened?

Peter Shepherd: I thought I could end the game myself. I was only ten spaces away.

Judy Shepherd: [Reads a notice in the center of the board] A law of Jumanji having been broken; you will slip back even more than your token.

Sarah Whittle: You tried to cheat?

Peter Shepherd: No. I tried to drop the dice so they'd land on 12.

Sarah Whittle: Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating.

Judy Shepherd: Peter, your hands! Look at your hands!

Carl Bentley: What is this about? I know you know.

Alan Parrish: Yes, I do, but you wouldn't believe me even if I told you, Carl.

Carl Bentley: Wait a minute. How do you know my name is Carl?

Alan Parrish: I know a lot more than that. I know you used to work on the stamping line at Parrish Shoes. They used to call you Soleman.

Carl Bentley: Soleman. Yeah, that's right. I was in there too, until old man Parrish fired me.

Alan Parrish: He fired you?

Carl Bentley: Yeah, man. And I had something I could've turned this whole town around.

Alan Parrish: Your shoes.

Carl Bentley: Right.

Alan Parrish: Listen, Carl, I know it doesn't mean much after 26 years, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Carl Bentley: Sorry for what?

Alan Parrish: [screeches to a halt] It's me, Alan.

Sarah Whittle: [Alan climbs through a window] So even if Alan gets out of this, the same kind of thing's gonna happen over and over again. llll When you carry around so much anger, it attracts a lot of negative energy. And things happen, like ending up in the jungle. That was no accident. There are no accidents.

Alan Parrish: Whose turn is it?

Judy Shepherd: It's my turn.

Alan Parrish: Really? Great.

Sarah Whittle: You might have told us there was a man in there with a rifle that hunts people.

Alan Parrish: Well, I didn't know, okay? It's just a roll of the dice.

Judy Shepherd: Is he the reason you didn't wanna play?

Sarah Whittle: [Alan, Sarah, Judy, and Peter return to the library Judy picks up the chair] You didn't wanna play either, Mr. We-Started-Something-26-Years-Ago-and-Now-We've-Gotta-Finish-It? What's the deal with you and this guy?

Alan Parrish: He's a hunter. He kills things, that's what he does. And right now, he wants to hunt me and kill me, okay?

Sarah Whittle: Why you?

Alan Parrish: Why me? I don't know. Everything about me he finds offensive. You'd think it'd be a waste of his time. Maybe he needs something for his wall, you know, a Parrish - something to go between penguin and partridge.

Peter Shepherd: It's your turn.

Sarah Whittle: Well, have you ever thought about just sitting down and talking about your differences?

Alan Parrish: What, are you crazy? The man has a gun.

Sarah Whittle: Don't ever call me crazy, Alan. Ever. Cause everyone in this town has called me crazy ever since I told the cops you were sucked into a board game.

Judy Shepherd: Maybe I should roll.

Peter Shepherd: Yeah.

Sarah Whittle: Do you have any idea what it's like to be known as the little girl who saw Alan Parrish murdered? Do you think anybody showed up at my 14th birthday party?

Judy Shepherd: Hello. I'm rolling now.

Sarah Whittle: Billy who?

Judy Shepherd: I'm gonna roll.

Sarah Whittle: Are you an owl?

Alan Parrish: Dig into your higher consciousness...

Peter Shepherd: Here, just roll.

Alan Parrish: and find the memory of your old boyfriend.

Sarah Whittle: The kid who stole your bicycle?

Alan Parrish: No, the kid who took you to movies.

Judy Shepherd: Don't be fooled. It isn't thunder. Staying put would be a blunder.

Alan Parrish: No, you're immature.

Sarah Whittle: You are. I know you are, but what am I?

Alan Parrish: Do you feel that? Listen.

Alan Parrish: [Everyone runs; Alan grabs the game as a large stampede of Rhinos, Elephants, Zebras and Pelicans bursts from the behind the bookshelves and tears up the house in their rampage] Run! It's a stampede! The game! Don't look back!

Alan Parrish: [One of the pelicans lands down in the room right in front of them. Alan tries to scare it away, but the bird steals the game and takes flight] Not the game! Why didn't you grab the game, Peter?

Sarah Whittle: [to Alan] Just ignore him, honey. He's a Libra. Where are you going?

Alan Parrish: He'll head for water!

Sarah Whittle: Come on.

Judy Sheperd: [The phone rings; answers it] Hello?

Aunt Nora: Judy, it's Aunt Nora. Where have you been?

Judy Shepherd: [in a British accent; Hangs up and resumes her normal voice as she runs after Alan and Company] I'm sorry, dear. You have the wrong number. : Wait for me!

Carl Bentley: [Carl finds his car smashed against a tree] Oh, my God! My car. Oh, my car.

Carl Bentley: I can't believe this. Start. Please.

Carl Bentley: Carl here.

Carl Bentley: [backing the car up] You gotta get Stan and Willy on it. I'm headin to the old Parrish place to check a suspicious character, over. I should've been a fireman.

Alan Parrish: Sarah!

Sarah Whittle: [attempting to run away] Oh, get your hands off me!

Alan Parrish: The game is not over yet, Sarah.

Sarah Whittle: Well, it is for me. You are not in the jungle anymore. Stop this! You don't treat people like this.

Sarah Whittle: [they're all in the library sitting at the table; angrily pushes the sword into the floor] Anybody up for iced tea? I'm gonna make some tea.

Sarah Whittle: [Sitting down to play the game] Alan, please. Last time I played this game, it ruined my life.

Alan Parrish: [laughs] It ruined your life? "In the jungle you must wait, till the dice read five or eight.

Sarah Whittle: I was a little girl, Alan. You disappeared. And a bunch of bats surrounded me and chased me down the street. I was afraid. I'm sorry, Alan. No one believed me. I was all alone.

Alan Parrish: So was I. For 26 years, Sarah.

Sarah Whittle: Me too.

Judy Shepherd: It's okay, Sarah. We're scared too. But if we finish the game, it'll all go away.

Sarah Whittle: What if I get stuck in the game?

Alan Parrish: You won't. Because I won't stop playing.

Judy Shepherd: And neither will I.

Peter Shepherd: I won't either.

Alan Parrish: Come on, Sarah.

Judy Shepherd: Please?

Sarah Whittle: I knew this was gonna be a bad day.

Alan Parrish: Hey, come on. We'll be fine. We just have to keep our heads. Roll with the punches.

Alan Parrish: A hunter from the darkest wild, makes you feel just like a child.

Sarah Whittle: What is it?

Alan Parrish: Van Pelt.

Van Pelt: [Van Pelt chases him down the hallway firing his gun. Alan throws his sword at the hunter, and narrowly misses; He takes the sword off him] You miserable coward! Come back and face me like a man. Not good enough, Sonny Jim. Coming, ready or not.

Carl Bentley: [sees Van Pelt shooting] Hey, you! Drop your gun and get your hands in the air! Man, I don't believe this.

Answering Machine: Leave a message and the doctor will call you back at his earliest convenience.

Sarah Whittle: Dr. Boorstein. Sarah Whittle calling. If you could call me back as soon as you can, I think I need to have my dosage checked. That event we've been discussing for a long time now the one that didn't really happen-- I'm havin an episode here with the little boy that didn't really disappear. I'm sittin in his living room... drinkin lemonade. If you could call me, I'd really be interested in your interpretation. Thank you so much. He'll call me back ten minutes before the hour.

Alan Parrish: [Alan pulls Jumanji out] While we're waiting--

Sarah Whittle: Whoa, God!

Alan Parrish: Sarah!

Sarah Whittle: No, no, no, no!

Alan Parrish: Sarah, please!

Sarah Whittle: I have spent over 2,000 hours in therapy convincing myself that that doesn't exist. See, what happened to you was so awful I made up that whole thing.

Alan Parrish: Sarah, it was awful. It was awful. It was awful, it really was.

Sarah Whittle: Am I crazy?

Alan Parrish: But it was real. Real.

Sarah Whittle: No, no, no, it wasn't real, Alan. Your father murdered you and he chopped you up into little pieces.

Alan Parrish: Sarah, come on. My dad did that? My father could barely hug me, let alone cut me into little pieces. Twenty-six years ago., we started playing a little game. And now we're all gonna sit down, and we're gonna finish it. And guess what? Your turn.

Sarah Whittle: [scared; tries to give dice to Peter but fails] No!

Alan Parrish: Play the game, Sarah.

Sarah Whittle: Oh, no, no, no.

Alan Parrish: All right. Just gimme the dice and you can go home. You don't have to play.

Sarah Whittle: Thank you, Alan.

Sarah Whittle: Oh, my God! How could you do that?

Alan Parrish: It's the law of the jungle, Sarah. You'll get used to it.

Sarah Whittle: And I think of all the energy I spent visualizing you as a radiant spirit.

Judy Shepherd: Go on, read it.

Sarah Whittle: They grow much faster than bamboo. Take care or they'll come after you.

Alan Parrish: Oh, great.

Sarah Whittle: Oh, God. Tell me this isn't happening.

Alan Parrish: Oh, it is. Stay away from the walls. Don't touch anything. No quick movements.

Judy Shepherd: Wow, they're beautiful.

Alan Parrish: Oh, yeah, they're beautiful. Don't touch the purple ones. They shoot poisonous barbs. And definitely stay away from the pods. The big yellow ones.

Sarah Whittle: What big yellow ones?

Alan Parrish: Peter! I got ya! Get his arms!

Peter Shepherd: Get it off me!

Sarah Whittle: Oh, my God! Hang on, boy.

Alan Parrish: Grab him! I'll be right back.

Sarah Whittle: Oh, my God!

Alan Parrish: [breaks the sword case and unsheathes the sword; cuts the vine of the plant, freeing Peter] Sorry, Angus. Whoa. Harvest time!

Sarah Whittle: Are you okay?

Judy Shepherd: Ready?

Peter Shepherd: Yeah.

Judy Shepherd: Alan, ready?

Alan Parrish: [Judy rolls the dice. Nothing happened] There is no "ready.

Judy Shepherd: [Judy rolls the dice again. Nothing happened] I'll try it again. It's not working.

Alan Parrish: Oh, no. It's not your turn.

Judy Shepherd: Yeah. I rolled first and then Peter twice cause he got doubles, and now it's my turn again.

Alan Parrish: No, look. Two of those pieces are yours, right? Whose are the other pieces? The elephant was mine. You're playing the game I started in 1969. I'm gonna have to play. It's not my turn.

Judy Shepherd: Whose turn is it?

Alan Parrish: [All 3 walk up to a Tudor-style house] Sarah Whittle. This is where she used to live.

Peter Shepherd: This place gives me the creeps.

Alan Parrish: We used to play on this porch. I knew she still wouldn't live here. Probably married Billy Jessup and they're living in a trailer park. Come on, let's go.

Judy Shepherd: Maybe she'll know where Sarah went.

Peter Shepherd: Of course she'll know where Sarah went. She's a psychic.

Alan Parrish: Good point. I remember the porch being bigger.

Judy Shepherd: [knocks on the door] Hello? Um, can you help us?

Sarah Whittle: Do you have an appointment?

Judy Shepherd: No, we're just trying to find someone.

Sarah Whittle: Madam Serena can't see you right now.

Alan Parrish: Maybe you can help us.

Sarah Whittle: [opens the door slightly] What is it?

Alan Parrish: We're looking for someone who used to live here.

Sarah Whittle: [shuts the door] No, I've lived here my whole life.

Judy Shepherd: Well, then you must know Sarah Whittle.

Sarah Whittle: [opens the door] What do you want with Sarah Whittle?

Alan Parrish: Sarah?

Sarah Whittle: No, I don't go by that name anymore.

Alan Parrish: [stick his hand in the door] Sarah Whittle?

Sarah Whittle: What do you want?

Alan Parrish: Twenty-six years ago, you played a game with a little boy down the street. A game with drums.

Sarah Whittle: How do you know that?

Alan Parrish: I was that little boy, Sarah.

Sarah Whittle: [she faints] Alan...

Peter Shepherd: [to Alan] You killed her.