The NeverEnding Story (1984)
The Childlike Empress: Bastian. Why don't you do what you dream, Bastian?
Bastian: But I can't, I have to keep my feet on the ground!
The Childlike Empress: Call my name. Bastian, please! Save us!
Bastian: All right! I'll do it! I'll save you! I will do what I dream!
[Climbs to the window and yells out in the storm:]
G'mork: If you come any closer, I will rip you to shreds.
Atreyu: Who are you?
G'mork: I am G'mork. And you, whoever you are, can have the honor of being my last victim.
Atreyu: I will not die easily. I am a warrior!
G'mork: Ha! Brave warrior, then fight the Nothing.
Atreyu: But I can't! I can't get beyond the boundaries of Fantasia!
[G'mork laughs and Atreyu gets a little angry]
Atreyu: What's so funny about that?
G'mork: Fantasia has no boundaries.
Atreyu: That's not true! You're lying.
G'mork: Foolish boy. Don't you know anything about Fantasia? It's the world of human fantasy. Every part, every creature of it, is a piece of the dreams and hopes of mankind. Therefore, it has no boundaries.
Atreyu: But why is Fantasia dying, then?
G'mork: Because people have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams. So the Nothing grows stronger.
Atreyu: What is the Nothing?
G'mork: It's the emptiness that's left. It's like a despair, destroying this world. And I have been trying to help it.
Atreyu: But why?
G'mork: Because people who have no hopes are easy to control; and whoever has the control... has the power!
Atreyu: Who are you, really?
G'mork: I am the servant of the power behind the Nothing. I was sent to kill the only one who could have stopped the Nothing. I lost him in the Swamps of Sadness. His name... was Atreyu.
Atreyu: [the ground shakes again and Atreyu is knocked down. He grabs a knife shaped piece of broken stone and stands up, ready to fight] If we're about to die anyway, I'd rather die fighting! Come for me, G'mork! *I* am Atreyu!
Engywook: Next is the Magic Mirror Gate. Atreyu has to face his true self.
Falcor: So what? That won't be too hard for him.
Engywook: Oh, that's what everyone thinks! But kind people find out that they are cruel. Brave men discover that they are really cowards! Confronted by their true selves, most men run away screaming!
Falcor: Having a luck dragon with you is the only way to go on a quest.
Mr. Koreander: The video arcade is down the street. Here we just sell small rectangular objects. They're called books. They require a little effort on your part, and make no bee-bee-bee-bee-beeps. On your way please.
Mr. Koreander: Your books are safe. While you're reading them, you get to become Tarzan or Robinson Crusoe.
Bastian: But that's what I like about 'em.
Mr. Koreander: Ahh, but afterwards you get to be a little boy again.
Bastian: Wh-what do you mean?
Mr. Koreander: Listen. Have you ever been Captain Nemo, trapped inside your submarine while the giant squid is attacking you?
Mr. Koreander: Weren't you afraid you couldn't escape?
Bastian: But it's only a story.
Mr. Koreander: That's what I'm talking about. The ones you read are safe.
Bastian: And that one isn't?
Atreyu: Do you have a cold?
Morla, the Ancient One: No, we are allergic to youth.
Morla, the Ancient One: We don't even care whether or not we care.
Bastian: Why is it so dark?
The Childlike Empress: In the beginning, it is always dark.
Atreyu: What will happen if he doesn't appear?
The Childlike Empress: [sadly] Then our world will disappear - and so will I.
Atreyu: How could he let that happen?
The Childlike Empress: He doesn't understand that he's the one who has the power to stop it. He simply can't imagine that one little boy could be that important.
Bastian: Is it really me?
Atreyu: Maybe he doesn't know what he has to do!
Bastian: [shouts] What DO I have to do?
The Childlike Empress: He has to give me a new name. He's already chosen it. He just has to call it out.
Bastian: I know books, I have 186 of them at home.
Mr. Koreander: Ah, comic books.
Bastian: No, I've read Treasure Island, The Last of the Mohicans, Wizard of Oz, Lord of the Rings, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Tarzan.
Mr. Koreander: Whoa whoa whoa, who were you running from?
Bastian: Just some kids from school.
Mr. Koreander: Why?
Bastian: They wanted to throw me in the garbage.
Mr. Koreander: Why don't you give them a good punch in the nose, hm?
Bastian's Father: I got a call from your math teacher, yesterday. She says that you were drawing horses in your math book.
Bastian: Unicorns. They were unicorns.
Bastian's Father: What?
Bastian: What is that?
The Childlike Empress: One grain of sand. It is all that remains of my vast empire.
Bastian: Fantasia has totally disappeared?
The Childlike Empress: Yes.
Bastian: Then, everything's been in vain.
The Childlike Empress: No, it hasn't. Fantasia can arise anew, from your dreams and wishes, Bastian.
Bastian: How many wishes do I get?
The Childlike Empress: As many as you want. And the more wishes you make, the more magnificent Fantasia will become.
The Childlike Empress: Try it.
Bastian: My first wish is...
The Childlike Empress: It was the only way to get in touch with an earthling.
Atreyu: But I didn't get in touch with an earthling!
The Childlike Empress: Yes, you did. He has suffered with you. He went through everything you went through; and now, he has come here with you. He is very close... listening to every word, we say.
Bastian: [as he is reading, Bastian can't believe it] *What*?
Rock Biter: They look like big, good, strong hands, don't they? I always thought that's what they were.
Atreyu: I came here to find the Southern Oracle.
Urgl: Here we go again.
Engywook: You've come to the right place my boy. I am somewhat of an expert on the Southern Oracle.
Urgl: [mimicking Engywook] It's my scientific specie-ality.
Engywook: It's my scientific specie-ality.
Urgl: Why don't you- sit down and be quiet for once?
Engywook: You keep quiet, wench! It's now my turn.
Atreyu: If you don't tell me, and the Nothing keeps coming, you will die too, both of you!
Morla, the Ancient One: Die? Now that, at least, would be *something*.
Atreyu: You've already brought me the entire 10000 miles?
Falcor: No, only 9891.
Engywook: My name is Engywook - and she's Urgl. Ever heard of me?
Atreyu: I don't think so.
Engywook: You don't move in scientific circles.
Engywook: Here comes one that *looks* fancy! Let's see what he REALLY thinks of himself! Go on, scared cat!
Rock Biter: We can't wait for a snail. Can I carry you?
Teeny Weeny: Don't worry, it's a racing snail!
Rock Biter: Oh but, but, we can't even wait for a racing snail.
Teeny Weeny: Tally ho!
Rock Biter: Hey, it really is a racing snail!
Night Hob: Nobody gives a hoot about me and my stupid bat.
Morla, the Ancient One: Not that it matters, but... yes.
Atreyu: Is that the Southern Oracle?
Engywook: No, it's the first of the two gates you must pass through before you reach the Southern Oracle, and get me the final information for my book! Of course, most people don't get that far...
Engywook: Listen, boy - next time, let me see what happens! It's *my* telescope!
Atreyu: Do you suppose the Ivory Tower is still standing?
Falcor: Let's hope so, Atreyu, let's hope so.
Bastian's Father: Good morning, Bastian.
Bastian: [trying to get the lid off of a jar] Morning, Dad. I had another dream, Dad, about Mom.
Engywook: The Sphinxes eyes stay closed, until someone who does not feel his own worth tries to pass by.
The Southern Oracle: If you want to save our world, you must hurry. We don't know how much longer we can withstand the nothing.
Narrator: Bastian made many other wishes, and had many other amazing adventures - before he finally returned to the ordinary world. But that's... another story.
Rock Biter: A delicious-looking limestone rock. Mmm! Mmm! Nice bouquet. Must be a real vintage year.
Night Hob: [laughs nervously] Yes, you're right. Those delicious rocks are the reason we camped here, all right.
Night Hob: [to Teeny Weeny] Is he a nutcase?
Teeny Weeny: No, he's a Rock Biter.
Night Hob: A Rock Biter... A Rock Biter!
Rock Biter: Where-where-where I come from in the North, we used to have exquisite gourmet rocks. Only now... now, they're all gone.
Night Hob: I know how it happened.
Rock Biter: Oh, I - I *swear* it wasn't me!
Night Hob: Oh, heck, no!
Urgl: I like that, the patient telling the doctor it's all right. It has to hurt if it's to heal.