Charlotte A. Cavatica
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Charlotte A. Cavatica (Character)
from Charlotte's Web (1973)

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Charlotte's Web (1973)
Charlotte: Salutations.
Wilbur: Salu-what?
Charlotte: Salutations.
Wilbur: What are they? And where are you?
Charlotte: Salutations are greetings; it's my fancy way of saying hello.

Wilbur: I didn't know you could lay eggs.
Charlotte: Oh yes. I'm versatile.
Wilbur: Does versatile mean "full of eggs"?
Charlotte: [chuckling] Certainly not. Versatile means I can turn with ease from one thing to another.

[at the meeting, Charlotte is looking for a new message to write in her web]
Lamb: How about "Pig Supreme"?
Charlotte: Mmmm... no good. It sounds like a rich dessert.
[Templeton walks past with an apple core towards the trough, and Charlotte glares at Templeton]
Goose: How about terrific, terrific, terrific?
Charlotte: Cut that down to *one* terrific, and it will do nicely. I think "terrific" will impress Zuckerman.
Wilbur: But Charlotte, I'm not terrific.
Charlotte: You're terrific, as far as I am concerned.
[Templeton, while holding an orange peel in his mouth, smacks Wilbur's face with his tail and walks off to the trough]
Charlotte: [after glaring at Templeton] And does anybody know how to spell it?
Goose: I think it's T, double-E, double-R, double-R, double-I, double-F, double-I, double-C, C, C!
Charlotte: [Charlotte's remark, from shock back to the goose] What kind of acrobat do you think I am? It would take me all night to write that.

[after the goose's eggs have hatched]
Wilbur: Congratulations! How many are there?
Goose: There are seven.
Charlotte: Seven is a lucky number.
Goose: Luck has nothing to do with it! It was good management and hard work!
Templeton: [looking at a solitary unhatched egg] Why didn't, uh, this one hatch?
Goose: [gloomily] It's a dud, I guess.
Templeton: What are you going to do with it?
Goose: [sternly] You can have it. Roll it away and add it to that nasty collection of yours! Be careful - a rotten egg can be a regular stink bomb!
Templeton: [patting the egg] I know what I'm doing. I handle stuff like this all the time.
[Templeton rolls the egg away and buries it in his hole]

Templeton: [reading the clipping] It says "Crunchy."
Charlotte: No, that's wrong. It could start Zuckerman thinking about crunchy bacon.
Wilbur: Ohhh!
Charlotte: [sternly] Wilbur, I forbid you to faint!

Charlotte: Humble. Humble has two meanings: it means "not proud" and and it also means "near the ground." That's Wilbur all over.

Charlotte: Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They'll believe anything they see in print.

Charlotte: Chin up, chin up / Everybody loves a happy face / Wear it, share it / It'll brighten up the darkest place / Twinkle, sparkle / Let a little sunshine in / You'll be on the right side, looking at the bright side / Up with your chinny-chin-chin.

Wilbur: I think you're beautiful.
Charlotte: Well, I am pretty. Nearly all spiders are good looking. I'm not as flashy as some, but I'll do.

[Templeton returns from a night of overeating]
Templeton: [hiccups] I'm back.
[Charlotte and Wilbur glare at him]
Templeton: What a night! Never have I seen such leavings! Everything well ripened, seasoned with the passage of time and the heat of the day... Oh, it was rich, my friends, riiiiiich!
Charlotte: You ought to be ashamed of yourself. It would serve you right if you had an acute attack of indigestion.
[Templeton hiccups agains and pats his stomach]
Templeton: My stomach can handle anything.
Wilbur: Templeton, if you weren't so dopey, you would have noticed that Charlotte's made an egg sac.
[Templeton gazes toward the ceiling and sees Charlotte's egg sac]
Templeton: [hiccups] Hooray for Charlotte.
Wilbur: She's going to become a mother. For *your* information, there are 514 eggs in that peachy, little sac.
Templeton: [sarcastically] This *has* been a night.
[Templeton crawls over to Wilbur's pen and hiccups again]

[a fly lands in Charlotte's web]
Charlotte: Just a minute, Wilbur.
[she climbs up and wraps the fly]
Charlotte: He'll make a perfect breakfast for me.
Wilbur: [shuddering] Ooooh. You mean you eat flies?
Charlotte: Why, certainly. I eat anything that gets caught in my web. I have to live, don't I?
Wilbur: [nervously] Why, yes, of course. Do they taste good?
Charlotte: Delicious.
Wilbur: LECCH!
Charlotte: Course, I don't really *eat* them, I drink their blood. I love blood.
Wilbur: [gasps] Oh, please don't say things like that.
Charlotte: Why not? It's true.
Wilbur: But it's *cruel*.
Charlotte: Well, *you* can't talk. You have your meals brought to you in a pail. Nobody feeds me. I live by my wits.
Wilbur: It just seems an odd sort of diet.
Charlotte: Do you realize that if I didn't eat them, bugs would get so numerous, they'd destroy the earth? Spiders are really very useful creatures.

Charlotte: [after Templeton ignored and distracted Charlotte's meeting, he continues to look for food as a cat approaches the fence] Why don't you try over by the fence, Templeton?
Templeton: Huh?
Charlotte: [innocently] Lurvy dropped half a sandwich from his lunch there.
Templeton: Why, thank you, Charlotte!
[goes over to the fence, the cat sees him and tries to pounce over the fence; he flees and the cat leaves]
Templeton: [calling] That wasn't nice, Charlotte!
Charlotte: Perhaps next time I call a meeting Templeton, you'll see fit to attend.

Charlotte: Do you want a friend?
Wilbur: Yes! I want a friend, but I want to live, too.

Templeton: What are you doing?
Charlotte: Working.
Templeton: Why so late?
Charlotte: I'll be lucky if I'm finished by sunup. Go to sleep, Templeton.
Templeton: Good night, Charlotte.
Charlotte: Good night, Templeton.

Charlotte: The autumn days grow short and cold; / It's Christmas time again. / Then snows of winter slowly melt. / The days grow short, / And then... / He turns the seasons around, / And so she changes... her gown: / Mother Earth... and Father Time.
[words are slowly being reduced to a whisper]
Charlotte: How very special are we... / For just a moment... to be... / Part of life's... eternal... rhyme.
[passes away]

[repeated line]
Charlotte: Now go to sleep, you'll see me in the morning!

Fern Arable: [Templeton's rotten egg has been squashed under Wilbur's trough, and Fern thinks her brother has passed gas] Ooh! What did you DO, Avery?
Avery Arable: [running away] Good night! What a STINK!
Templeton: Lucky for you I saved that egg, Charlotte.
Charlotte: [reluctantly] Er, yes... and I'm grateful to you, Templeton...

Charlotte's Web (2006)
Charlotte A. Cavatica: Oh, Wilbur... don't you know what you've already done? You made me your friend and in doing so, you made a spider beautiful to everyone in that barn.

Wilbur: So you eat flies?
Charlotte A. Cavatica: No... no, no. I drink their blood.
Ike: [faints]

Charlotte A. Cavatica: [climbs down to Ike's face]
Ike: Please, don't hurt me.
Charlotte A. Cavatica: Well, since you said please. Hehe.

Charlotte A. Cavatica: Wilbur, we're born, we live, and when our time comes, we die. It's just the natural cycle of life.
Wilbur: No! No! Just climb down. I'll carry you the rest of the way! We'll go back to the barn and I'll take care of you!
Charlotte A. Cavatica: No, Wilbur. I don't even have the strength to climb down.
Wilbur: You have to. You've done so much for me!
Charlotte A. Cavatica: And it was my great pleasure.

Charlotte A. Cavatica: No, my webs were no miracle, Wilbur. I was only describing what I saw. The miracle is you.

Charlotte A. Cavatica: Goodbye... my sweet, sweet Wilbur.
Wilbur: Goodbye, Charlotte. I love you.

Wilbur: Since you said salu-what, does this mean you're my friend?
Charlotte A. Cavatica: Well, let me think... Hmmm... Well... Yes.
Wilbur: Ya-hooo!

Charlotte A. Cavatica: You're very kind.
Templeton: Don't go spreading it around.

Charlotte A. Cavatica: Templeton, haven't you ever heard that good things come to those who wait?
Templeton: No. Good things come to those who find it and shove it in their mouth!

Wilbur: [looking at Charlotte's new web, at the fair] It's a great word. It's just...
Charlotte A. Cavatica: Just what?
Wilbur: Is it the right word? Is it true? 'cause I don't really feel like I deserve any of the things you've written about me.
Charlotte A. Cavatica: Then it is the *perfect* word.
[Charlotte looks up at her web, which says "HUMBLE"]