Five Children and It (2004)

Jessica Claridge: Anthea

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Quotes 

• Anthea : Robert, wait for us!

  Robert : I'm sure we're going the right way.

  Jane : How many times have you said that? I still don't understand why we had to leave home.

  Robert : Jane, we're going on a secret mission behind enemy lines. The chances are that none of us will make it back alive.

• Cyril : That's not a car. That is the Portman Speedster 3000, and according to Motor-Car Monthly, the 3000 is the fastest motor of all time. We're talking eight horsepower.

  Anthea : If it's so wonderful, why don't you just buy it?

  Robert : Yeah, buy the car, Cyril!

• Anthea : Oh my gosh, I've got wings!

  Jane : So soft, so white...

  Cyril : The little - He must've made a wish! He's out of control. I don't know how I'm gonna cut it. What am I gonna tell Mum? Look at you!

  Robert : Cyril!

  Cyril : You've done it again. What were you thinking?

  Robert : I'm going to France to see Dad!

  Cyril : France?

  Robert : His letter said he wished he could fly to see us. He can't, but we can fly to him. Come on!

  Cyril : Robert, wait!

• Psammead : You don't get many cards these days. You know how it is after your 6,523rd birthday.

  Anthea : You don't look that old.

  Psammead : I drink a lot of moisturizer.

  Jane : And you can't have a birthday without a present. Here.

  Psammead : Brown paper, my favorite!

  Jane : No, you have to unwrap it.

  Psammead : Oh, yes, I knew that.

• Martha : In the morning, I'll give you a tour of the grounds. You're allowed everywhere except the greenhouse. That's strictly off limits.

  Jane : Why would a greenhouse be off limits?

  Anthea : Maybe the plants are deadly, like in "The Black Rose Of Devil's Island".

  Jane : Maybe.

  Martha : The greenhouse is off limits because I said it is. So just stay out of it, and everything will be fine. Here we go.

  [hums] 

• Psammead : Stay back!

  Cyril : [to Robert]  You have to stop talking to it. It could be dangerous.

  Anthea : I bet it has huge fangs and poisonous saliva.

  Robert : It's an ugly little monster.

  Psammead : "It"? "It"? "It"? Do you mean to tell me that you do not know what a Psammead is?

  Robert : You're a what?

  Psammead : I am a Psammead crustacea decapodlium wishasaurus. Got it?

  Robert : No.

• Anthea : Sand Fairy?

  Psammead : Are you still here?

  Anthea : Yes, and we wish...

  Cyril : Anthea.

  Anthea : We wish for all the tasks on Uncle's list to be done by magic.

• Cyril : She's right, you know. This is big. It's huge. It's immense. It's monumentally, colossally ginormous.

  Jane : Is that even a word?

  Anthea : Apparently it is now.

• Martha : What a to-do today turned out to be.

  Jane : Oh... It wasn't us. Honestly, it was the sand fairy...

  Cyril : Jane!

  Martha : Sand fairy, huh?

  Jane : Err... No!

  Cyril : No. She didn't say "sand fairy", she said... She said...

  Anthea : Safari.

  Cyril : Safari. Yes.

  Anthea : We were pretending to be on safari, and Cyril is an elephant.

  Martha : A safari, of course. Well, now, if we all do as I do... we can undo all this to-do before tomorrow. Come along, you lot.

• Jane : I've got you, Sand Fairy.

  Psammead : [to Jane]  Hello. You're my favorite one of the bunch, you know.

  Anthea : I've got you too.

  Psammead : [to Anthea]  Well, you're my favorite one of the bunch, too.

  [to Cyril] 

  Psammead : And you're very tall.

  Cyril : Come on.

  Psammead : Just burp me once.

• Mother : Shhh...

  Anthea : [about Horace]  How is he?

  Mother : Martha's been up with him all night. I told her to take a rest. I don't know what's wrong with him. He just keeps muttering about monsters and sand fairies.

  Anthea : Maybe you should have a rest, too.