A Wrinkle in Time

Mrs. Whatsit:
Call me Mrs. Whatsit.

Hannah:
[skeptically] Mrs. who?

Mrs. Whatsit:
No, Mrs. Whatsit. Mrs. Who is... She's like a billion years older, and way more knowledgeable.

Hannah's babysitter:
[suspiciously] What can I do for you, Mrs... "Whatsit"?

Justin:
I caught her stealing sheets. Guys, she's harmless.

Hannah:
You're seventeen. Come on. What do you know about harmless?

Justin:
Have I ever been wrong?

Hannah:
One of these days, you might be, Charles Wallace.

Mrs. Whatsit:
Oh, I highly doubt that. He's one of the greatest minds in recent history. He's prodigious. But of course, we can't take any credit for our talents. It's how we use them that counts.

[After Scud has fallen off of Mrs. Whatsit's back while flying but is unhurt]

Mrs. Which:
[dissappointed] Whatsit, those from Earth need more help than most. You know this... you could have prepared them better. We must help them stay focused on light when darkness is present.

Mrs. Whatsit:
I mean I'm trying, but they're human. They're very limited.

[All of the cul de sac houses are folding away and the ground is turning to sand]

Justin:
It's changing again.

[Hannah, Justin and Scud now see the ocean, and seagulls can be heard squawking]

2002 Scud:
Is this still Camazotz?

Hannah:
They said it was a planet that owned many faces.

[Hannah, Justin and Scud turn and are surprised to see a crowded beach and begin to walk through it]

2002 Scud:
[noticing that there is lots of food on a person's beach towel] Do you think this person would mind if I ate all their food?

Hannah:
Probably.

Negan:
HEY! I'M RIGHT HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE! HELLOOO! HELLO! FRIENDS! [walks up to them] Hello, friends. Hey. How are you guys?

2002 Scud:
Who're you?

Negan:
Oh, me? I'm nobody. But you can call me Negan. And you are?

2002 Scud:
I'm Scud. This is Hannah. And this is Justin.

Negan:
Oh! You're Abi Lewis's kids, aren't you?

Hannah:
You know my sitter?

Negan:
Yeah, yeah! I totally know your sitter. She's a great girl. I just saw her a couple minutes ago.

Mrs. Which:
The only thing faster than light is the darkness.

Mrs. Which:
Trust nothing.

Mrs. Whatsit:
Don't worry, Meg. Tessering is almost, nearly, perfectly natural!

Mrs. Whatsit:
Call me Mrs. Whatsit.

Mrs. Whatsit:
I'm underwhelmed.

Dr. Alexander Murry:
[from trailer] What if we are here for a reason, what if we are part of something truly divine?

Dr. Alexander Murry:
Imagine! 91,000,000,000 lightyears traveled... [snaps his finger] ...Like that.