Emma ThompsonQuotes

Headmistress: He's a Jew? You're aware, I take it, that the Jews killed our Lord?

Jenny: And you're aware, I suppose, that our Lord was Jewish?

Headmistress: I suppose he told you that. We're all very sorry about what happened during the war. But that's absolutely no excuse for that sort of malicious and untruthful propaganda.

Headmistress: Nobody does anything worth doing without a degree.

Jenny: Nobody does anything worth doing with a degree. No woman anyway.

Headmistress: So what I do isn't worth doing? Or what Miss Stubbs does, or Mrs. Wilson, or any of us here? Because none of us would be here without a degree. You do realize that, don't you? And yes, of course studying is hard and boring...

Jenny: Boring!

Headmistress: I'm sorry?

Jenny: Studying is hard and boring. Teaching is hard and boring. So, what you're telling me is to be bored, and then bored, and finally bored again, but this time for the rest of my life? This whole stupid country is bored! There's no life in it, or color, or fun! It's probably just as well the Russians are going to drop a nuclear bomb on us any day now. So my choice is to do something hard and boring, or to marry my... Jew, and go to Paris and Rome and listen to jazz, and read, and eat good food in nice restaurants, and have fun! It's not enough to educate us anymore, Ms. Walters. You've got to tell us why you're doing it.

Young Carl: Oh, by the way, our late night DJ Bob? He just wanted to tell you, "Muddy Waters rocks".

Charlotte: Oh my God, he didn't... He didn't tell you, did he?

Young Carl: Tell me what?

Charlotte: What?

Young Carl: Oh no, you didn't... You didn't sleep with him, did you?

Charlotte: Well, of course I slept with him. Everyone did. He was absolutely gorgeous.

Young Carl: [confused] You're talking about Bob? Bearded, beasty Bob?

Charlotte: Well, I can't speak to the beast part but I can tell you that back then, he was clean shaven.

Young Carl: When?

Charlotte: [pause] Oh I don't know. Quit badgering me. How old are you?

Young Carl: Eighteen and a half.

Charlotte: [Carl is silent as he realises Bob is his father; gets on the boat to shore] Well, I guess it would have been nineteen and a quarter years ago. Give or take. There's my boat. That poor man must have been waiting for ages. I'm so glad we got that sorted out, aren't you? And tell Mark... you know... that it was a lovely, lovely night.

Young Carl: [appalled] No! No!

Susan Stanton: Isn't that the thing experience teaches you? Not to get burned?

Henry Burton: Does anyone ever learn that?

Susan Stanton: Not the best people.

Susan Stanton: What's the crisis?

Richard Jemmons: Say you're out in the woods takin a shit, and a wild boar comes charging at you. Do you pull your britches up and run? Or do you pull your britches up and grab the doves you just shot and then try to run all at the same time? Or do you forget about the fuckin doves and run because you ain't got time to grab the doves and button your fly? And if you miss, well... you don't wanna die with your dick hanging out, you see what I'm sayin'?

Susan Stanton: I think I speak for everyone in the room when I say "no".

Henry Burton: I've never worked on a presidential campaign before.

Susan Stanton: Neither have we. That's how history is made, Henry — by first-timers.

Susan Stanton: The only shot we have here is to be perfect.

Susan Stanton: Your grandfather was a great man. Jack Stanton could also be a great man, if he wasn't such a faithless, thoughtless, disorganized, undisciplined shit.

Jennifer Honey: This isn't teaching. This is cruelty!

Agatha Trunchbull: Cruelty? Well, yes. Of course.

Lavender Brown: [slips her pet newt Isaac in the water pitcher] Go on, boy.

Agatha Trunchbull: You did say it was going to be fun.

Jennifer Honey: But this isn't fun!

Agatha Trunchbull: [pours the water from the pitcher in the cup; takes a slurp out of the cup; sees Isaac in the cup she drank from; screams in horror at the discovery of Isaac's presence in the water cup] Miss Honey, you are pathetic. You are weak. You are wet. You are, in fact... ...a snivelling, little... ...newt.

Agatha Trunchbull: [draws out the handheld speaker part of her microphone; Matilda and the children stare at Amanda, who looks frightened by the Trunchbull's presence] Amanda Thripp.

Amanda Thripp: [stammers nervously] Y-Y-Yes, Miss Trunchbull?

Agatha Trunchbull: What have I said about pigtails? I hate pigtails.

Amanda Thripp: But my mummy loves them. She thinks they make me look pretty!

Agatha Trunchbull: [pulls Amanda's pigtails and spins Amanda in a circle before launching Amanda above the fence like a hammer throw] Well, your mother is a TWIT!

Agatha Trunchbull: [last words] Let me down! Let me down! LET ME DOWN!

Agatha Trunchbull: [panicking and screaming as Lavender's pet newt, Isaac, wriggles down her back] Oh, God, the newt! It's in my... IT'S IN MY KNICKERS!!! IT'S IN MY KNICKEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

Agatha Trunchbull: This school... is full of rebels.

Agatha Trunchbull: Go and see if that child is still alive.

Nanny McPhee: Leave it to me.

Megsie: Nanny McPhee, we need you!

Nanny McPhee: Norman, are you willing to share the bed with Cyril?

Norman: Rather with a goat!

Nanny McPhee: Celia, Megsie, are you willing to share the bed?

Celia: I won't share anything with that harpy!

Megsie: Rather with Geraldine!

Vincent: It’s our cow! And me rather… an elephant!

Nanny McPhee: Thanks Vincent, but you will not be required to share.

Vincent: Ah, I don't share! I don’t share! I don’t share!

Nanny McPhee: Good evening Mrs. Green I am Nanny McPhee.

Isabel: Oh, you’re it i mean who are you?

Nanny McPhee: I am Nanny McPhee. Small C, Big P.

Isabel: Right. Thing is, I haven’t hired a nanny. I don’t need a nanny. I’m managing perfectly well. I never had a nanny because I don’t want any army nanny.

Nanny McPhee: Mrs. Green, I have been deployed.

Isabel: No, no, no, no there must be some mistake everything’s under control from hell. That’s Cyril, he’s not one of mine this is his cousin. He is parasitically. Not a very good influence indeed may come in. Must you i mean yes of course you must… perhaps later.

Nanny McPhee: Let me introduce my self to the children.

Isabel: No wait! Why don’t you put the kettle on?

Nanny McPhee: I shan't be a moment. Um.

Nanny McPhee: * I am pleased to report, Mrs. Green, that lesson 2: to share nicely, is complete.

Nanny McPhee: * Lesson 1: to stop fighting, is complete.

Nanny McPhee: These children require 5 lessons, Mrs. Green.

Nanny McPhee: When you need me, but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me, but no longer need me, then I have to go.

TV Personality: The world of medicine has seen its share of miracle cures, from the polio vaccine to heart transplants. But all past achievements may pale in comparison to the work of Dr. Alice Krippin. Thank you so much for joining us this morning.

Dr. Alice Krippin: Not at all.

TV Personality: So, Dr. Krippin, give it to me in a nutshell.

Dr. Alice Krippin: Well, the premise is quite simple — um, take something designed by nature and reprogram it to make it work for the body rather than against it.

TV Personality: You're talking about a virus?

Dr. Alice Krippin: Indeed, yes. In this case the measles, um, virus which has been engineered at a genetic level to be helpful rather than harmful. Um, I find the best way to describe it is if you can... if you can imagine your body as a highway, and you picture the virus as a very fast car, being driven by a very bad man. Imagine the damage that car can cause. Then if you replace that man with a cop... the picture changes. And that's essentially what we've done.

TV Personality: And how many people have you treated so far?

Dr. Alice Krippin: Well, we've had 10,009 clinical trials in humans so far.

TV Personality: And how many are cancer-free?

Dr. Alice Krippin: 10,009.

TV Personality: So you have actually cured cancer.

Dr. Alice Krippin: Yes, yes... yes, we have.

Daisy: We've been given our parts in the nativity play! And I'm the lobster!

Karen: The Lobster?

Daisy: Yeah!

Karen: [confused] In the nativity play?

Daisy: Yeah! First Lobster!

Karen: [still confused] There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?

Daisy: Duh!

Karen: Tell me, what would you do in my position?

Harry: What position is that?

Karen: Imagine your husband bought a gold necklace and come Christmas gave it to somebody else...

Harry: Oh, Karen...

Karen: Would you wait around to find out if it's just a necklace, or if it's sex and a necklace, or if worst of all it's a necklace and love? Would you stay, knowing life would always be a little bit worse? Or would you cut and run?

Harry: Oh, God. I am so in the wrong. The classic fool.

Karen: [voice breaking] Yes, but you've also made a fool out of me, and you've made the life I lead foolish too.

Gareth Peirce: It's not the stairs that are killing your father.

Gerry Conlon: Aye, what is it then?

Gareth Peirce: It's your lack of faith.

Gerry Conlon: Lack of faith? Faith in what?

Gareth Peirce: In yourself.

Gerry Conlon: No. I have faith in myself. Gerry Conlon. Lifer. 30-year sentence. And I know how to survive it, no problem.

Gareth Peirce: At what price?

Gerry Conlon: I'll pay the fuckin price, don't you worry about it.

Gareth Peirce: The price for what?

Gerry Conlon: Aye. You're very good at the English, aren't you? You see, I don't understand your language. "Justice." "Mercy." "Clemency." I literally don't understand what those words mean. I'd like to put in an application to get all my teeth extracted. That way I could put my fist in my mouth and never speak another word of fuckin English so long as I live. Do you see what I'm saying... Mrs. Peirce is it?

Gareth Peirce: Are you trying to impress me?

Gareth Peirce: [she holds up the note, to gasps of disbelief from the gallery] Milord, this alibi for Gerry Conlon was taken by Mr Dixon one month after Gerry Conlon was arrested. This note was attached to it when I found it in police files. It reads "Not to be Shown to The Defence". I have one question to ask you, Mr Dixon. Why was the alibi for Gerry Conlon, who was charged with the murder of five innocent people...kept from the defence?

Gareth Peirce: [to Robert Dixon at the appeal] Well then, would you be so kind as to read the statement that you took from him on the third of November 1974? A statement, Milord, which vindicates these people, all these innocent people. Someone, either that man, or his superior, or his superior's superior, ordered that these people be used as scapegoats by a nation that was baying for blood in return for the innocent blood spilled on the streets of Guildford! And by God, you've got your blood, Mr Dixon! You've got the blood of Giuseppe Conlon, you've got the lifeblood of Carole Richardson and you've got fifteen years of blood and sweat and pain from my client, whose only crime was he was bloody well Irish, and he was foolish and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time!

Gareth Peirce: [after hearing of Gerry's father's death] Well, I think they ought to take the word compassion out of the English dictionary.

Agent O: [[The Amazing Digital Circus|circus; hands M a neuralyzer] Welcome to the ], Agent M. You are no longer probationary.

Agent O: I think we may have a problem in London.

Agent O: We are above the system, over it, beyond it. We are them, we are they, we are Men in Black.

Evangeline: Oh, Nanny McPhee, I'm so nervous.

Nanny McPhee: Deep breaths.

Evangeline: I don't look much like a bride, do I?

Nanny McPhee: You will.

Nanny McPhee: How's the reading coming along?

Evangeline: It's much better. But I still haven't got to the end of the story.

Nanny McPhee: No need. You are the end of the story.

Nanny McPhee: (narrating) There is something you should understand about the way I work. When you need me, but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me, but no longer need me, then I have to go.

Mr. Brown: Nanny McPhee...

Nanny McPhee: Yes, Mr. Brown?

Mr. Brown: She will be all right, won't she?, Evangeline, I mean.

Nanny McPhee: I can't help being concerned.

Mr. Brown: Aunt Adelaide can be so, um... Well, you saw.

Nanny McPhee: She will certainly be all right.

Mr. Brown: Good, I suppose she volunteered to go, did she?, couldn't wait to be shot of us, I imagine.

Nanny McPhee: Not quite. It was Simon's idea. He knew Evangeline might like to educate herself and that her going would save Christianna.

Mr. Brown: Nanny McPhee! Now she can't take the donkey, so what have you done?

Nanny McPhee: I have done nothing, sir. The children have decided amongst themselves.

Mr. Brown: Decided what?

Great Aunt Adelaide: (off in distance) There you are, my dear.

Mr. Brown: Not little Chrissy. (runs from the house) Chrissy!

Great Aunt Adelaide: (in the carriage) Now, then, you'd better tell me your name, little girl.

Mr. Brown: (bolts down the road) Chrissy!

Great Aunt Adelaide: Don't be shy, my dear. What is your name?.

Mr. Brown: (in the forest) Chrissy!

Great Aunt Adelaide: Sit up straight, and tell me your name.

Mr. Brown: (the carriage fades in the distance) NO! Christianna!

Christianna: Papa! Papa!

Mr. Brown: Oh, thank... (the other children run up to him) Oh... Then who is...?

Evangeline: (raises head for Aunt Adelaide to see) Evangeline. My name is Evangeline.

Great Aunt Adelaide: (chuckles) And what a pretty name it is too.

Mr. Brown: (disbelief) Evangeline... Oh...

Nanny McPhee: There is something you should understand about the way I work. When you need me, but do not want me, then I will stay. If you want me, but no longer need me, then I have to go. It's quite sad really, but there it is.

Nanny McPhee: Then I will never go.

Nanny McPhee: * Lesson #5, Simon. You must do exactly as you're told.

Nanny McPhee: * Lesson 4 is complete. (Cedric: Lesson 4?) To listen.

Nanny McPhee: * I think you'll find that lesson 3: to get dressed when they're told, is complete.

Nanny McPhee: * Lesson 2: to get up when they're told, is complete.

Nanny McPhee: * Lesson 1: to go to bed when they're told, is complete.

Nanny McPhee: Your children require 5 lessons.

Nanny McPhee: [repeated line] There is something you should understand about the way I work. When you need me, but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me, but no longer need me, then I have to go. It's quite sad really, but there it is.

Walt Disney: It's all right, Mrs. Travers. It's alright. Mr. Banks is going to be all right, I promise.

P.L. Travers: No, no. It's just that–– I can't… I can't abide cartoons.

P.L. Travers: Come to change my mind, haven't you? Beat me into submission?

Walt Disney: No, no. I've come because you misjudge me.

P.L. Travers: How do I misjudge you?

Walt Disney: You look at me and you see some kind of Hollywood King Midas. You think I've built an empire and I want your Mary Poppins as just another brick in my kingdom.

P.L. Travers: And don't you?

Walt Disney: Now, if that was all it was, would I have suckered up to a cranky, stubborn dame like you for twenty years? No, I would have saved myself an ulcer. No, you, uh, you expected me to disappoint you, so you made sure I did. Well, I think life disappoints you, Mrs. Travers. I think it's done that a lot, and I think Mary Poppins is the only person in your life who hasn't.

P.L. Travers: Mary Poppins isn't real.

Walt Disney: That's not true. No, no, no, no. She was as real as can be to my daughters, and to thousands of other children - adults, too. She's been there as a nighttime comfort to a heck of a lot of people.

P.L. Travers: Well, where is she when I need her, hm? I open the door for Mary Poppins, and who should be standing there but Walt Disney?

Walt Disney: Mrs. Travers, I'm sorry. I hoped this would've been a magical experience for you and for all of us, but I let you down. And in doing so, I've broken a 20-year-old promise I made to my daughters. I've been racking my brain, trying to figure out why this has been so hard for you. And I... well... you see, I have my own Mr. Banks. Mine had a mustache.

P.L. Travers: So not true that Disney created man in his own image?

Walt Disney: [chuckles] No, no. But it is true that you created yourself, in someone else's, yes? Have you ever been to Kansas City, Mrs. Travers? Do you know Missouri at all?

P.L. Travers: I can't say I do.

Walt Disney: [Travers looks noticeably unsettled by his story] Well, it's mighty cold there in the winters. Bitter cold. And my dad, Elias Disney, he owned a newspaper delivery route there. A thousand papers, twice daily; a morning and an evening edition. And Dad was a tough businessman. He was a "save a penny any way you can" type of fella, so he wouldn't employ delivery boys. No, no, no... he used me and my big brother Roy. I was eight back then, just eight years old. And, like I said, winters are harsh, and Old Elias, he didn't believe in new shoes until the old ones were worn through. And honestly, Mrs. Travers, the snowdrifts, sometimes they were up over my head, and we'd push through that snow like it was molasses. The cold and wet seeping through our clothes and our shoes. Skin peeling from our faces. Sometimes I'd find myself sunk down in that snow, just waking up because I must have passed out or something, I don't know. And then, well, it was time for school and I was too cold and wet to figure out equations and things. And then, well, it was right back out in the snow again to get home just before dark. Mother would feed us dinner, and then it was time to go right back out and do it again for the evening edition. "You'd best be quick there, Walt. You'd better get those newspapers up on that porch and under that storm door. Poppa's gonna lose his temper again and show you the buckle end of his belt, boy". I don't tell you this to make you sad, Mrs. Travers. I don't. I love my life, I think it's a miracle. And I loved my dad. He was a wonderful man. But rare is the day when I don't think about that eight-year-old boy delivering newspapers in the snow and old Elias Disney with that strap in his fist. And I am just so tired, Mrs. Travers. I'm tired of remembering it that way. Aren't you tired, too, Mrs. Travers? Now we all have our sad tales, but don't you want to finish the story? Let it all go and have a life that isn't dictated by the past? It's not the children she comes to save. It's their father. It's your father... Travers Goff.

P.L. Travers: I don't know what you think you know about me, Walter...

Walt Disney: You must have loved and admired him a lot to take his name. It's him this is all about, isn't it? All of it, everything. Forgiveness, Mrs. Travers, it's what I learned from your books.

P.L. Travers: I don't have to forgive my father. He was a wonderful man.

Walt Disney: No... you need to forgive Helen Goff. Life is a harsh sentence to lay down for yourself. Give her to me, Mrs. Travers. Trust me with your precious Mary Poppins. I won't disappoint you. I swear every time a person walks into a movie house, from Leicester Square to Kansas City, they will see George Banks being saved. They will love him and his kids. They will weep for his cares. They will wring their hands when he loses his job, and when he flies that kite... Oh, Mrs. Travers, they will rejoice. They will sing. In movie houses all over the world, in the eyes and heads of my kids and other kids, and mothers and fathers for generations to come, George Banks will be honored. George Banks will be redeemed. George Banks, and all that he stands for, will be saved. Now maybe not in life, but in imagination. Because that's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again. So trust me, Mrs. Travers. Let me prove it to you. I give you, my word.

Walt Disney: [preparing tea] And a spoonful of sugar?

P.L. Travers: No, I think I'll have whiskey.

Ralph: It's been a real pleasure driving you, Mrs. Travers.

P.L. Travers: No one likes a fibber.

Ralph: Oh, no, no. I really have enjoyed it. I didn't know who you were at first. And then, guess what?

P.L. Travers: You found out?

Ralph: Well, I was telling my daughter all about my day and how I'm driving this nice writer lady, Mrs. Travers, for Mr. Disney, and, uh...

P.L. Travers: And?

Ralph: [fetches a copy of Mary Poppins from the car] And... ...she made me go to her bedroom and bring her this. I can't stop reading it, you know. I'm very slow, mind you, so...

P.L. Travers: Would you like me to sign it?

Ralph: Would you?

P.L. Travers: [taking the book; writing] I'd be honored. Let me see, now. "To Jane, and her dearest father..." I've just this moment realized I don't know your name.

Ralph: Ralph.

P.L. Travers: [finishes signing] Pamela. You're the only American I've ever liked, Ralph.

Ralph: Oh...Well, may I ask why?

P.L. Travers: [hands him back the book; hands him a sheet of paper] No. Now, take this.

Ralph: [reading] Albert Einstein, van Gogh, Roosevelt, Frida Kaylo-

P.L. Travers: Kahlo.

Ralph: Kahlo? What is this?

P.L. Travers: [Ralph smiles and nods and she starts to walk away] They all had difficulties. Jane can do anything that anyone else can do. Do you understand? Oh, I almost forgot. Turn it around.

Ralph: Walt Disney.

P.L. Travers: Hyperactive behavior and deficiencies in concentration. It explains everything.

Ralph: Thank you, Mrs. Travers.

Walt Disney: Please, sit down.

P.L. Travers: [sternly] I shall not sit in the seat of a trickster, a fraudster, a sneak!

Walt Disney: Pamela...

P.L. Travers: Mrs. Travers, please!

Walt Disney: [sighs] Mrs. Travers, what has you so upset now?

P.L. Travers: Penguins! Penguins have very much upset me, Mr. Disney. Animated, dancing penguins! Now, you have seduced me with the music, Mr. Disney. Yes, you have. Those Sherman boys have quite turned my head. But I shall NOT be moved on the matter of cartoons, sir. Not...One...Inch!

Walt Disney: It is a sequence.

P.L. Travers: [walks closer to Walt’s deck] You promised me... You PROMISED me that this film would not be an animation!

Walt Disney: [at his favorite carousel in Disneyland] There's no greater joy than that seen through the eyes of a child, and there's a little bit of a child in all of us.

P.L. Travers: Maybe in you, Mr. Disney, but certainly not in me.

Walt Disney: Get on the horse, Pamela.

Walt Disney: [while riding on one of the horses] The boys have had an idea for your Mr. Banks. I think it'll make you happy.

P.L. Travers: You brought me all the way out here to tell me that?

Walt Disney: No. I brought you all the way out here for monetary gain. Had a wager with the boys that I couldn't get you on a ride. I just won 20 bucks!

Walt Disney: [on the phone] You know, you've never been to Disneyland, that's the happiest place on Earth.

P.L. Travers: I cannot tell you how uninterested… no, positively sickened I am at the thought of going to see your dollar-printing machine.

Walt Disney: Well, come on! When does anybody get to go to Disneyland with Walt Disney himself?

P.L. Travers: [Walt hangs up angrily; to herself] Disappointments are to the soul what the thunderstorm is to the sky. Hello? Hello? He hung up!

Ralph: I got a kid.

P.L. Travers: Most people do.

Ralph: Jane. Yeah. Yeah. What a terrific kid. Beautiful little girl. She's got a lot of problems, though. She's handicapped, you know? She's in a wheelchair. See, and that's why I concern myself with the weather so much. Sunny day, she can sit outside in the garden. Rainy day, I gotta leave her cooped up inside. I worry about the future, but you can't do that. Only today.

P.L. Travers: Mmm.

Walt Disney: We can't make the picture without the color red. The film is set in London, for Pete's sake!

P.L. Travers: And?

Walt Disney: Well, there's buses, mailboxes, guards’ uniforms and things. Heck, even the English flag.

P.L. Travers: I understand your predicament, Mr. Disney. I do. It's just… I don't know what it is, I'm suddenly very anti-red. I shan't be wearing it ever again.

Walt Disney: Is this a test, Pamela? Are you requiring proof as to how much I want to make you happy, so we can create this beautiful thing together?

P.L. Travers: [takes out the rights] I took you at your word, Mr. Disney, and it seems my first stipulation has been denied. There will be many more. So perhaps we should just call it quits and I... should hand you back these.

Walt Disney: [faces the crew] All right. No red in the picture.

Richard Sherman: [singing and playing the piano] Room here for everyone / Gather around / The constable's "responstible"! / Now how does that sound?

P.L. Travers: [Richard stops playing] Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no! "Responstible" is not a word.

Richard Sherman: Uh, we made it up.

P.L. Travers: [Richard hides the music note sheet of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"] Well, un-make it up.

Don DaGradi: So, this is the rest of your team. Dick and Bob Sherman, music and lyrics. Boys, this is the one and only Mrs. P.L. Travers, the creator of our beloved Mary!

P.L. Travers: Poppins.

Don DaGradi: Who else?

P.L. Travers: [to the Shermans] Mary Poppins. Never, ever just Mary. It's a pleasure to meet you. I fear we shan't be acquainted for too long.

Robert: Why is that?

P.L. Travers: Because these books simply do not lend themselves to chirping and prancing. No, it's certainly not a musical. Now, where is Mr. Disney? I should so much like to get this started and finished as briskly as is humanly possible.

Ralph: Hey, sun came out again.

P.L. Travers: You say it as if you're surprised. As if the sun were particular about for whom it appears. It seems that you think that I am responsible for its miraculous dawning every day. For heaven's sake, it's California.

Ralph: Certainly is.

P.L. Travers: I'd so much rather be accountable for the rain.

Ralph: Oh, that's sad.

P.L. Travers: Sad is entirely the wrong emotion. I shan't bother explaining why. It would just... zip!

Ralph: Okey dokey.

P.L. Travers: The rain brings life.

Ralph: So does the sun.

P.L. Travers: [looks at Ralph] Be quiet.

Ralph: Yes, ma'am.

Elinor Dashwood: What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering? For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exaltation again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

Mafalda Hopkirk: [voiceover through letter] Dear Mr. Potter, the Ministry has received intelligence that at 6:23 this evening, you performed the Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle. As a clear violation of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk.

Molly Weasley: [annoyed to Fred and George as they appear behind her, startling her] Just because you're allowed to use magic now, DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERYTHING!

Hermione Granger: [clears throat; correctly] Everyone, this is Loony Love… Luna Lovegood.

Hermione Granger: [angry about Umbridge] That foul, evil, old gargoyle! We're not learning how to defend ourselves. We're not learning how to pass our OWLs. She's taking over the entire school.

Sirius Black: [showing Harry the Black family tree on the wall; motions to Bellatrix Lestrange] This is the Black family tree. My deranged cousin. I hated the lot of them. My parents with their pure-blood mania.

Rubeus Hagrid: It's changin out there. There's a storm comin', Harry... just like last time. And we'd all best be ready when she does.

Sybill Trelawney: [goes into a trance, makes a prediction] The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... and the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not... For neither can live while the other s-survives.

Voldemort: You're a fool, Harry Potter. And you will lose…everything.

Chip: Mama!

Mrs. Potts: Thank you!

LeFou: [punches the other villager out and turns to Mrs. Potts] Take that!

Mrs. Potts: Nicely handled!

LeFou: Well, I used to be on Gaston's side, but we are so in a bad place right now.

Mrs. Potts: You're too good for him anyway.

LeFou: Yeah.

Mrs. Potts: Should we get back to it, then?

LeFou: [to Mrs. Potts] Well, hello there. You must be the talking teacup. And YOU must be his grandmother.

Mrs. Potts: [as soon of hearing this, she wakes up with a gasp] GRANDMOTHER"?! ATTACK!

Cogsworth: Well, Master, I have had my doubts, but everything is moving like clockwork. True love really does win the day!

Beast: I let her go.

Cogsworth: You... what?!

Lumière: Master, how could you do that?

Beast: I had to.

Cogsworth: But why?

Mrs. Potts: Because he loves her.

Lumière: Then why are we not human?

Cogsworth: Because she doesn't love him and now it's too late.

Plumette: But, she might still come back.

Beast: No. I set her free. I'm sorry I couldn't do the same for all of you. Now, go. Our time is almost past.

Lumière: Come, my love.

Beast: [sings] I was the one who had it all,I was the master of my fate.I never needed anybody in my life,I learned the truth too late.I'll never shake away the pain,I close my eyes but she's still there.I let her steal into my melancholy heart,It's more than I can bear.

Belle: [to Lumière; looking at the rose] What happens when the last petal falls?

Lumière: The Master remains a beast forever and we become...

Mrs. Potts: [sadly] Antiques.

Lumière: Knick-knacks.

Plumette: Lightly-used housewares.

Cogsworth: Rubbish. We become rubbish.

Belle: I want to help you. There must be some way to break the curse.

Cogsworth: [Lumière cuts him off] Well, there is one...

Mrs. Potts: It's not for you to worry about, lamb. We made our bed and now we must lie in it.

Beast: [roaring in pain] OOWW!!! That hurts.

Belle: If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much.

Beast: If you hadn't run away, none of this would have happened.

Belle: Well, if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!

Beast: Well, YOU shouldn't have been in the West Wing.

Belle: Well, YOU should learn to control your temper!

Belle: Try to get some rest.

Mrs. Potts: Thank you, miss.

Lumière: We are eternally grateful.

Belle: Why do you care about him so much?

Mrs. Potts: We've looked after him all his life.

Belle: [Cogsworth feels ashamed at the remark] But he's cursed you somehow. Why? You did nothing.

Mrs. Potts: [ashamed] You're quite right there, dear. You see, when the Master lost his mother, and his cruel father took that sweet, innocent lad and twisted him up to be just like him, we did nothing.

Lumière: Let him sleep.

Beast: [to Belle, gruffly] You'll join me for dinner. That's not a request.

Mrs. Potts: Gently, Master. The girl lost her father and her freedom in one day.

Lumière: Yes, the poor thing is probably in there scared to death.

Belle: Just a minute.

Lumière: You see? There she is. Now remember: Be gentle.

Mrs. Potts: Kind.

Plumette: Mmm, charming.

Cogsworth: Sweet!

Lumière: And when she opens the door, give her a dashing, debonaire smile! Come, come, show me the smile!

Cogsworth: Oh, dear!

Plumette: Oh, no!

Beast: [his smile vanishes; graciously] Will you join me for dinner?

Belle: [scoffs] You've taken me as your prisoner, and now you want to have dinner with me? Are you insane?

Plumette: Uh-oh! He's losing it!

Cogsworth: Oh, dear!

Beast: [pounds on Belle's door repeatedly, angrily yelling] I told you to join me for dinner!

Belle: [angrily] And I told you no!

Madame Garderobe: [awakens startled] Oh, what time is it? What's happening?

Belle: I'd starve before I ever eat with you!

Beast: [roaring ferociously; to Lumiere angrily; storms off] Well, be my guest! Go ahead and starve! If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all! Idiots!

Beast: [roars] Lumiere!

Lumière: [turns to Cogsworth] Be calm. Let me do the talking.

Beast: You're making her dinner?

Lumière: We thought you might appreciate the company.

Cogsworth: Master, I just want to assure you that I had no part of this hopeless plan. Preparing her dinner, designing a gown for her, giving her a suite in the East Wing...

Beast: You gave her a bedroom?

Cogsworth: No, no, no! He gave her the bedroom.

Lumière: Well, this is true. But, if this girl is the one who can break the spell, then maybe you can start by using dinner to charm her.

Lumière: Good thinking, Cogsworth.

Cogsworth: What?

Beast: That's the most ridiculous idea, I've ever heard. Charm the prisoner.

Lumière: But you must try, master. With every passing day, we become less human.

Beast: She's the *daughter* of a common thief. What kind of person do you think that makes her?

Mrs. Potts: Oh, you can't judge people by who their father is, now can you?

Mrs. Potts: [to Belle] The Master's not as terrible as he appears. Somewhere deep in his soul, there's a prince... of a fellow who just waiting to be set free.

Aunt Marge: It's nothing to do with the father, it's all to do with the mother. You see it all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, then there's something wrong with the pup.

Sybill Trelawney: You see, the truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read. But first, you must broaden your minds. First, you must look beyond.