Coraline Jones: How can you walk away from something and then come towards it?
Cat: Walk around the world.
Coraline Jones: Small world.
Cat: You realize you're walking right into her trap.
Coraline Jones: I have to go back. They are my parents.
Cat: Challenge her, then. She may not play fair, but she won't refuse. She's got a *thing* for games.
Other Father: [singing] Makin' up a song about Coraline/ She's a peach, she's a doll, she's a pal of mine/ She's as cute as a button in the eyes of everyone who's ever laid their eyes on Coraline/ When she comes around exploring/ Mom and I will never ever make it boring/ Our eyes will be on Coraline!
Wybie Lovat: I'm Wybie. Wybie Lovat.
Coraline Jones: Wybie?
Wybie Lovat: Short for Wyborn. Not my idea, of course. What'd you get saddled with?
Coraline Jones: I wasn't 'saddled' with anything. It's Coraline.
Wybie Lovat: Caroline what?
Coraline Jones: Coraline. Coraline Jones.
Wybie Lovat: Hm. It's not real scientific, but I heard an ordinary name like Caroline can lead people to have ordinary expectations about a person.
Coraline Jones: I think I heard someone calling you... Wyborn.
Wybie Lovat: What? I didn't hear anything.
Coraline Jones: Oh, I definitely heard someone... Why-were-you-born.
Coraline Jones: [to Coraline doll] You think they're trying to poison me?
[Makes Coraline doll nod]
Coraline Jones: I can see you don't have button eyes, but... if you're the same cat, how can you talk?
Cat: I just can.
Mr. Bobinsky: Caroline, wait! The mice asked me to give you message.
Coraline Jones: The jumping mice?
Mr. Bobinsky: They are saying, "Do not go through little door." Do you know such a thing?
Coraline Jones: The one behind the wallpaper? But it's all bricked up.
Mr. Bobinsky: Ah. So sorry, is nothing. Sometimes the mice are little mixed up. They even get your name wrong, you know? They call you "Coraline" instead of "Caroline." Not "Caroline" at all! Maybe I work them too hard.
Other Mother: [screaming] Don't leave me! Don't leave me! I'll die without you!
Miss Forcible: [reading tea leaves] Well, not to worry, child: It's good news. There's a tall, handsome beast in your future.
Coraline Jones: A what?
Miss Spink: Miriam, really, you're holding it wrong. See? Danger!
Coraline Jones: What do you see?
Miss Spink: I see a very peculiar hand.
Miss Forcible: I see a giraffe.
Miss Spink: Giraffes don't just fall from the sky, Miriam.
Coraline Jones: Well, what should I do?
Miss Spink: Never wear green in your dressing room.
Miss Forcible: Acquire a very tall step-ladder.
Coraline Jones: [on the "Other" Mother] Why does she want me?
Cat: She wants something to love, I think. Something that isn't her. Or, maybe she'd just love something to eat.
Coraline Jones: Eat? That's ridiculous, mothers don't eat... daughters.
Cat: I don't know. How do you taste?
Coraline Jones: [blank] I almost fell down a well yesterday, Mom.
Mother: [typing] Uh-huh.
Coraline Jones: I would've died.
Mother: That's nice.
Coraline Jones: Oh my twitchy, witchy girl. I think you are so nice. I give you bowls of porridge. I give you bowls of ice... cream. I give you lots of kisses. I give you lots of hugs. But I never give you sandwiches with grease and worms and mung... beans.
Ghost Boy: Don't remember our names, but I 'member my true mommy.
Sweet Ghost Girl: She spied on our lives through the little doll's eyes...
Ghost Boy: ...and saw that we weren't happy.
Tall Ghost Girl: So she lured us away with treasures and treats...
Sweet Ghost Girl: And games to play.
Ghost Boy: Gave all that we asked...
Sweet Ghost Girl: Yet we still wanted more.
Tall Ghost Girl: So we let her sew the buttons.
Ghost Boy: She said she loved us.
Tall Ghost Girl: But she locked us here...
Coraline Jones: Wybie's got a cat like you at home. Not the quiet Wybie, the one that talks too much. You must be the Other Cat.
Cat: [speaking for the first time] No... I'm not the other anything. I'm me.
Cat: You probably think this world is a dream come true. But you're wrong. The other Wybie told me so.
Coraline Jones: That's nonsense. He can't talk.
Cat: Perhaps not to you. We cats, however, have far superior senses than humans, and can see and smell and... Shh! I hear something. Right over...
[meows and runs off]
Other Mr. Bobinsky: [slurred voice] You think winning game is good thing? You just go home and be bored and neglected, same as always. Stay here with us. We will listen to you, and laugh with you. If you stay here, you can have whatever you want... always.
Coraline Jones: You don't get it, do you?
Other Mr. Bobinsky: I don't understand.
Coraline Jones: Of course you don't understand. You're just a copy she made of the real Mr. B.
Other Mr. Bobinsky: [voice distorts] Not even that... anymore...
Sweet Ghost Girl: Be clever, Miss. Even if you win, she'll never let you go!
Tall Ghost Girl: Hush, and shush, for the beldam might be listening.
Coraline Jones: I want to be with my real Mom and Dad. I want you to let me go!
Other Mother: Is that any way to talk to your Mother?
Coraline Jones: You aren't my Mother.
Other Mother: Apologize at once, Coraline.
Coraline Jones: No!
Coraline Jones: He's not drunk, Mom, he's just eccentric.
Mother: Coraline, why don't you visit downstairs? I bet those actresses would love to hear your dream.
Coraline Jones: Miss Spink and Forcible? But you said they're dingbats!
Mother: [smiling] Mm-hm.
Other Father: [robotic] All will be swell, soon as Mother's refreshed. Her strength is our strength...
[one of the robotic hands closes his mouth forcefully]
Other Father: Mustn't... talk when Mother's not here.
Coraline Jones: If you won't even talk to me, I'm gonna find the other Wybie. He'll help me.
Other Father: No point.
Other Father: He pulled a loooong face... and Mother didn't like it.
Other Mother: You know that I love you.
Coraline Jones: You...
[hesitates, braces herself]
Coraline Jones: ...have a really funny way of showing it.
Coraline Jones: [shouting to Wybie] Crazy? You're the jerk wad that gave me the doll!
Mr. Bobinsky: I am the Amazing Bobinsky! But you- call me Mr. B. Because, amazing, I already know that I am.
Other Mother: Maybe they got bored with you and moved to France.
Other Mother: They say even the proudest spirit can be broken... with love.
Coraline Jones: Welcome, Miss Lovat!
Wybie's Grandmother: Oh, hello.
Coraline Jones: I'm Coraline Jones. I've got so much to tell you.
Other Mother: You know, you could stay forever, if you want to. There's one tiny thing we have to do first...
Coraline Jones: I can't believe it. You and Dad get paid to write about plants, and you hate dirt.
Cat: I don't like rats at the best of times, but this one was sounding an alarm.
Other Mother: You may come out... when you've learned to be a loving daughter!
Coraline Jones: [after hearing a creature while exploring the hills] Hello? Who's there?
Other Mother: [about Wyborne] I thought you'd like him more if he talked a little less. So I fixed him.
Coraline Jones: [Coraline and the imaginary friend version of Wybie are at the exit to the door, escaping the Other Mother] Come ON!... She'll just hurt you again!
[Imaginary Wybie looks up at Coraline forlornly, takes off one of his gloves, revealing that he is just made of sawdust and that he won't survive in Coraline's world]
Wybie Lovat: [incredulous] The... the doll is my grandma's... spy?
Coraline Jones: She has this other world where everything is better, the food, the garden the...
[walks up to Wybie menacingly and glares into his eyes]
Coraline Jones: the NEIGHBORS! But it's all a trap!
Wybie Lovat: [nervously] Yeah, uh, listen Jonesy, I think someone's calling me...
Coraline Jones: Don't believe me? You can ask the cat!
Coraline Jones: [while exploring the house, Coraline finds a painting of a boy in a blue suit crying next to some spilled ice cream; coincidentally the boy looks just like the Ghost Boy seen later on in the film] One boring blue boy, in a painfully-boring painting... three boring windows... and no more doors.
Coraline Jones: I already know where you've hidden them.
Other Mother: Hmm... Well, then produce them.
Coraline Jones: They're behind that door.
Other Mother: Oh they are, are they?
Coraline Jones: Mom... Dad!... Go on! Open it. They'll be there alright.
Other Mother: You're wrong, Coraline... they aren't there. Now, you're going to stay here forever.
Coraline Jones: NO, I'M, NOT!
Charlie Jones: Ooh, here comes a burp!
Mel Jones: [embarrassed] Charlie!
Charlie Jones: Excusez-moi but that pizza I had was delicious.
Coraline Jones: [to the Imaginary Wybie as they both walk towards the 1st floor of the house] uh, it didn't hurt did it, when she...?
Coraline Jones: Why'd you lock the door again?
Mel Jones: Oh, I found some rat crap and I thought you might... feel safer.
[Miss Spink appears in her mermaid costume]
Coraline Jones: She's practically naked!