Bridge to Terabithia (2007)
Leslie Burke: Just close your eyes, but keep your mind wide open.
Leslie Burke: You are who you are - not your parents.
Bill Burke: You know, the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing. That's Teddy Roosevelt said that, not me.
Leslie Burke: [speaking about the Bible] You have to believe it, and you hate it. I don't have to believe it, and I think it's beautiful.
Jesse Aarons: [crying] Is it like the Bible says? Is she going to Hell?
Jack Aarons: I don't know everything about God, but I do know he's not going to send that little girl to Hell.
Jesse Aarons: [sobs] Then I'm going to Hell, because it's all my fault.
Jack Aarons: Don't you think that, even for a minute.
Jesse Aarons: Next time, we should invite Leslie to go. She'd like that.
Jesse Aarons: How come you're so good at that?
Leslie Burke: Good at what?
Jesse Aarons: Building stuff. I mean, you're really good at it for a girl.
Leslie Burke: Same way I'm fast... for a girl.
Jesse Aarons: You know what I mean.
Leslie Burke: You're pretty good at art, for a boy.
Jesse Aarons: Okay, okay, truce.
Jesse Aarons: That's what Leslie Burke says. She told me to keep my mind wide open.
Ms. Edmonds: Leslie Burke is right. Mind like yours wide open, you could create a whole new world.
Jack Aarons: She brought you something special when she came here, didn't she? That's what you hold onto. That's how you keep her alive.
Leslie Burke: I seriously do not think God goes around damning people to hell. He's too busy running all this!
Scott Hoager: So, looks like you're the fastest kid in the class now, huh?
[Jesse stands and turns]
Scott Hoager: It's a joke, dude!
[punches him hard into a wall]
Scott Hoager: Are you nuts?
Leslie Burke: We rule Terabithia, and nothing crushes us!
Mrs. Myers: When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But, I didn't wanna forget.
Mrs. Myers: Excuse me.
Mrs. Myers: The things that girl came up with. I don't get students like her too often. So I realize, that if it's hard for me, how much harder it must be for you.
Leslie Burke: What if you don't have a TV?
[the class laughs]
Leslie Burke: My dad says the TV kills brain cells.
Scott Hoager: Your dad doesn't know anything. We watch TV like every day!
Leslie Burke: I rest my case.
Mrs. Myers: Well then, Leslie, you don't have to write this essay. You can pick something else to write about.
Scott Hoager: Yeah, like how to live in a cave!
Leslie Burke: Write, "Dear Janice..."
Jesse Aarons: You do it.
Leslie Burke: No way. Boys' handwriting sucks. No offense. It's gotta be you.
Jesse Aarons: [squogres come] Where are Terabithian warriors when you need 'em?
Leslie Burke: I don't know!
Jesse Aarons: [Terabithian warrior comes] Great! Now there's three of us!
Leslie Burke: You're lucky to have a sister.
Jesse Aarons: Yeah, I got four of 'em, and I'd trade 'em all for a good dog.
Jesse Aarons: Look, the Squogre and the Vulture.
Gary Fulcher: Hey, here he comes.
Leslie Burke: And a guy who can stand up to a squogre is scared of a Hoager?
Jesse Aarons: [pauses, then walks up to Ms. Edmunds's car] Ms. Edmunds?
Ms. Edmonds: [gasps] He speaks!
May Belle Aarons: Jess! I called you three times. It's your girlfriend.
Leslie Burke: [seeing Jesse smiling at Ms.Edmonds, bends down] Take a picture. It lasts longer.
May Belle Aarons: Alexandra! My daddy gave me Twinkies. And neither one squished 'cause I didn't put 'em next to my drink.
Jesse Aarons: May Belle. I'd shut up about those Twinkies if I were you.
May Belle Aarons: You're just mad 'cause I got some and you didn't.
Jesse Aarons: Whatever. Just don't come cryin' to me when you lose them.
May Belle Aarons: I'm gonna eat 'em, not lose 'em.
Leslie Burke: ...I check my air. I don't have as much time as I need to see everything, but that is what makes it so special.
Jesse Aarons: [to Leslie about going into the bathroom to talk to Janice Avery] What's the matter? A girl who can stand up to a giant troll is afraid of some dumb eighth grader?
Leslie Burke: I name you Prince Terrien, giant troll hunter extraordinaire. P.T. for short.