Charlotte's Web (2006)
Mrs. Zuckerman: It says "terrific" just as clear as day. T-E-double-R-l-F-l-C. I mean, can you imagine a spider being able to spell that word? I don't think I could spell that word till the 10th grade.
Narrator: It is not often that someone comes along who's a true friend *and* a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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.
Charlotte A. Cavatica: [climbs down to Ike's face]
Ike: Please, don't hurt me.
Charlotte A. Cavatica: Well, since you said please. Hehe.
Homer Zuckerman: Well, what can I say about this pig that hasn't already been said? I know a lot of you folks have come out to the farm and you've seen the words, and a lot of you have asked me, 'how could this have happened?'. I don't know, but it has happened... at a time when we really don't see many miraculous things. Maybe we do. Maybe they're all right there around us everyday, we just don't know where to look. There's no denying that our own little Wilbur... he's part of something that's bigger than all of us. And life on that farm's just a whole lot better with him in it. He really is some pig.
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"]
Templeton: You're a pig! Pig equals slop. The rat is happy!
Wilbur: My name's Wilbur! Do you have a name or is it just 'The Rat'?
Templeton: Did you say 'just the rat'? For your information, pig: The rat rules! We were here long before your kind and we'll be here long after. So, you just keep that in mind next time you feel like reducing me to just 'the rat'.
Wilbur: You called yourself 'The Rat'.
Templeton: I can call me that. You can't.
Templeton: Look at her! Don't you think she's a little... uh... what's the word? EW!
Wilbur: I think she's beautiful.
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.
Homer Zuckerman: How could this have happened? A miracle, in a time when we don't see many miraculious things!
Wilbur: Since you said salu-what, does this mean you're my friend?
Charlotte A. Cavatica: Well, let me think... Hmmm... Well... Yes.
Mr. Arable: [Mr. Arable looks at pigs, finds a runt, a picks up ax]
Fern: What are you doing?
Mr. Arable: Nothing, now go back to bed.
Fern: You're not going to kill it, are you?
Mr. Arable: It's a runt.
Wilbur: [Wilber bangs his head into the fence and runs]
Golly the Goose: [Flies to the fence, lands on it and stops] Run pig! Be free! I would if I could.
Gussy the Goose: [Golly goes back inside the barn] Golly, did I hear you say you would be free if you could?
Golly the Goose: I meant if I were a pig.
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!
[Mrs. Arable is worried about Fern spending time only with her animal friends]
Dr. Dorian: Does she look well?
Mrs. Arable: Yes.
Dr. Dorian: Appetite's good?
Mrs. Arable: [affirmative] M-hm.
Dr. Dorian: Does she sleep well at night?
Mrs. Arable: Yes. I mean, she's right as rain in that way.
Dr. Dorian: Well, there is a name for her condition. It's called a childhood phase. And, sadly, it's something she'll grow out of.
[the cows are admiring Charlotte's work, designed to save Wilbur from the slaughterhouse]
Betsy the Cow: Looks pretty good.
Bitsy the Cow: Still ain't gonna change anything. He's a goner.
Betsy the Cow: Yeah. Glad nobody eats cows.
Bitsy the Cow: So, what's the point, anyway? Won't work.
Gussy the Goose: Could you please, just once, say something-omething positive?
Bitsy the Cow: Okay. I'm positive it won't work.
[Templeton is being chased by two crows and finding shelter inside a tin can]
Templeton: The rat... is not... uh, uh, enjoying this! All this for slop? The rat is desperate. The rat is trapped. The rat needs to stop calling himself "the rat".
Wilbur: [about Charlotte] She's dying! She can't go home with us. So I need you to help me take her egg sac with us.
Templeton: Did you say "eggs"?
Wilbur: It's an egg *sac*, and it's right up there, and it has her children in it. And I can't just leave it here. What if something happened to them? Now, I can't reach it, so I need you to get it for me. And I need you to do it now!
Templeton: I don't think I like your tone.
Wilbur: Can't you just once in your life think of someone other than yourself?
Templeton: Once? Once?
Wilbur: Come on.
Templeton: No, you come on! Who got his hindquarters pecked to make you "radiant," huh? Templeton, that's who. And who interrupted the gorging of a lifetime so you could be "humble"? Why, I think it was... Templeton! Templeton, Templeton, Tem-ple-ton! And do I get thanked? No! Well, has it ever occurred to you that even a rat might like a little appreciation? A little, dare I say, love?
Wilbur: Do it and you'll get dibs on my slop for the rest of my life.
Templeton: [after an egg has smashed over him] Guess the yolk's on me!
Wilbur: Joy, Aranea, Nellie, you have chosen a hallowed doorway, in which to spin your webs. This was your mother's doorway. She was loyal, brilliant, beautiful, and she was my friend. I will treasure her memory forever. So, to you, her daughters, I pledge my friendship.
Narrator: And in an ordinary barn, an ordinary pig, a runt no less, stood surrounded by friends, welcoming his second spring. And that spring was followed by many, many more. All because someone stopped to see the grace, and beauty, and nobility, of the humblest creature. That is the miracle of friendship.
Mrs. Arable: [Fern was about to be on her way to Wilbur] Fern, you are not going to see that pig again. It's too late.
Fern: But he's expecting me.
Mrs. Arable: And I'm expecting you to finish your homework and go straight to bed.
Fern: But, mom, I always tell him good night.
Mrs. Arable: Not tonight.
Fern: He can't sleep if I don't.
Mr. Arable: Fern, I'm really sorry, honey, but it's been long enough.
Mr. Arable: Look, he's not a baby anymore. I can't have you keeping what will soon be a 300-pound pet around the house.
Fern: No. Can't he stay in the barn? Please, dad?
Mr. Arable: No.
Mr. Arable: No. Fern, look. You know I've been selling the animals to get the new harvesting equipment. Pretty soon, there's gonna be no place in the barn for a pig.
Fern: I promised I'd take care of him.
Mr. Arable: No. I'm letting you out of your promise.
Fern: I didn't promise you. I promised Wilbur.