Paddington

Aunt Lucy:
Long ago, people in England sent their children by train with labels around their necks, so they could be taken care of by complete strangers in the country side where it was safe. They will not have forgotten how to treat strangers.

Paddington:
Mrs Brown says that in London everyone is different, and that means anyone can fit in. I think she must be right - because although I don't look like anyone else, I really do feel at home. I'll never be like other people, but that's alright, because I'm a bear. A bear called Paddington.

Mary Brown:
[Henry and Mary come off the motorbike into the hospital, Mary is heavily pregnant with Judy] Not going to let this change us, right?

Henry Brown:
No way, baby! [they do a high-five]

Jonathan Brown:
Why is dad so BORING & annoying?

Henry Brown:
For your own good, Jonathan.

Mrs. Bird:
You just don't get it, do you?

Henry Brown:
What?

Mrs. Bird:
This family needed that wee bear every bit as much as he needed you. There. Said my piece. [walks away]

Mary Brown:
Oh, look, Henry. It's perfect!

Henry Brown:
You want to call him Ketchup?

Mary Brown:
No!

Henry Brown:
Ketchup The Bear?

Mary Brown:
Paddington!

Judy Brown:
Paddington?

Paddington:
Paddington?... Pa... dding... ton.

Paddington:
[Henry Brown is brushing his teeth with the toothbrush Paddington got his earwax on the day before] Um, you're not using those ear brushes to clean your mouth are you, Mr Brown?

Mr. Curry:
Ms. Clyde.

Millicent:
Mr. Curry, what do you want?

Mr. Curry:
[Hold up a bouquet of wilted flowers] I found these tied to a lamp post, and I figured waste not, want not. [ gives them to Millicent]

Millicent:
Charming, now if you excuse me.

Mr. Curry:
[noticing Millicent's taxidermist van] Um... Where exactly are you going?

Millicent:
what concern of it is yours?

Mr. Curry:
You got there bear, in there. [pointing at the van]

Millicent:
and...

Mr. Curry:
It just... I thought you were sending him to Peru. But...

Millicent:
I said, I was sending him where he belongs and in his case, is the natural history museum.

Mr. Curry:
But Honey pot, that is barbaric.

Millicent:
Mr. Curry I am not your honey pot, I never was.

Mr. Curry:
what?

Millicent:
[Shoves Mr.Currys flowers back to him] Now take your rotten flowers and get out of here. Go. [Mr. Curry timidly backs away slowly] ARF! [Curry runs away]

Master Gruber:
My body aged quickly but for my heart it took more time

Henry Brown:
[Rolling his eyes] Give me strength.