Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium

Mr Magorium:
[Epitaph on the gravestone] Mr. Magorium, toy impresario, wonder aficionado and avid shoe wearer.

Mr Magorium:
I fell so completely in love with these shoes, I bought enough pairs to last my whole lifetime. This is my last pair.

Mr Magorium:
Some are important documents, others maybe doodles I never framed. I can't tell the difference.

Mr Magorium:
Unlikely adventures require unlikely tools.

Mr Magorium:
Light bulbs die, my sweet. I will depart.

Eric Applebaum:
All stories, even the ones we love, must eventually come to an end and when they do, it's only an opportunity for another story to begin.

Mahoney:
I knew it. As soon as I saw that suit.

Henry:
Knew what?

Mahoney:
You're a 'just' guy.

Henry:
What's a 'just' guy?

Mahoney:
A guy just like you. Same hair, same suit, same shoes, walks around, no matter what, you think it's all just a store, it's just a bench, it's just a tree. It's just what it is, nothing more!

Henry:
Alright but this [looks over his shoulder] is just a toy store.

Mahoney:
I'm sure to you... it is.

Mr. Magorium:
[to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? [Molly shakes her head] He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." But because of the life we saw prior to the words. [pause, walks over to Molly] I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

Mahoney:
[starting to sob] I love you.

Mr. Magorium:
I love you, too. [picks Molly up, sighs heavily] Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

Mr. Magorium:
Name the Fibonacci series from its eleventh to its sixteenth.

Henry:
Umm... 89, 144, 233, 377, 610?

Mr. Magorium:
Perfect. Number four, do we really need it?

Henry:
If you like squares - you do.

Mr. Magorium:
Oh, I like squares. Good. Now, the hot dog, the hot dog/bun ratio, why for the love of mustard are there never enough buns?

Henry:
Extra hot dogs.

Mr. Magorium:
Yes, but why?

Henry:
In case you drop a couple.

Mr. Magorium:
What kind of insufferable fool drops a hot dog?

Henry:
Anything can happen, sir.

Mr. Magorium:
Anything can happen. How absolutely true. You're exactly the mutant I'm looking for! You're hired.

Mahoney:
You're here?

Henry:
Apparently.

Mahoney:
But not actually?

Mr. Magorium:
37 seconds.

Mahoney:
Great. Well done. Now we wait.

Mr. Magorium:
No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

You have to believe it to see it.

If you don't believe . . . You will.

Mahoney:
Good morning.

Magorium:
Let's open this door.

Narrator:
Welcome to Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.

Barbara:
How much is that fish mobile up there?

Magorium:
That's 50 dollars.

Barbara:
Don't you think that's a little high?

Magorium:
If you notice, they are fresh fish.

Narrator:
Then the store is alive, and wonders never cease.

Mahoney:
It's magic.

Narrator:
Til now.

Henry:
It's not real nice to stare at people. I'm Henry Weston. You count it. What if you serious problems, you've had several fictional characters on the books.

Magorium:
Like home?

Henry:
The King Of Planet Beyond Way.

Magorium:
Oh, he's not fictional.

Mahoney:
Sir, why do we need an accountant?

Magorium:
I'm leaving.

Mahoney:
You're leaving?

Magorium:
I'm giving you the store.

Mahoney:
You're giving me the store?

Magorium:
Surprise! The store isn't upset as indicated by imper tantrum.

Henry:
Temper tantrum?

Mahoney:
I would like a lollipop.

Magorium:
It's a magical toy store. It can do all sorts of things.

Henry:
How's the snake is a magical toy store?

Mahoney:
Of course, there is.

Henry:
What do you say magical do you mean special?

Mahoney:
Magical.

Henry:
How about really really cool?

Mahoney:
Magical.

Henry:
Wow.

Magorium:
Order to order! Fetch! Stupid zebra.

Mahoney:
Are we going around an adventure?

Magorium:
Find yourself someone you've never imagined.

Narrator:
Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.

Mahoney:
Come on. Get out of there. Bouncy balls always trying to escape.

Mr Magorium:
Pretty impressive ball, isn't it?

Mr Magorium:
Surprise!