Anthea Quotes in Five Children and It (2004)

Anthea: Robert, wait for us!

Robert: I'm sure we're going the right way.

Jane: How many times have you said that? I still don't understand why we had to leave home.

Robert: Jane, we're going on a secret mission behind enemy lines. The chances are that none of us will make it back alive.

Cyril: That's not a car. That is the Portman Speedster 3000, and according to Motor-Car Monthly, the 3000 is the fastest motor of all time. We're talking eight horsepower.

Anthea: If it's so wonderful, why don't you just buy it?

Robert: Yeah, buy the car, Cyril!

Anthea: Oh my gosh, I've got wings!

Jane: So soft, so white...

Cyril: The little - He must've made a wish! He's out of control. I don't know how I'm gonna cut it. What am I gonna tell Mum? Look at you!

Robert: Cyril!

Cyril: You've done it again. What were you thinking?

Robert: I'm going to France to see Dad!

Cyril: France?

Robert: His letter said he wished he could fly to see us. He can't, but we can fly to him. Come on!

Cyril: Robert, wait!

Psammead: You don't get many cards these days. You know how it is after your 6,523rd birthday.

Anthea: You don't look that old.

Psammead: I drink a lot of moisturizer.

Jane: And you can't have a birthday without a present. Here.

Psammead: Brown paper, my favorite!

Jane: No, you have to unwrap it.

Psammead: Oh, yes, I knew that.

Martha: In the morning, I'll give you a tour of the grounds. You're allowed everywhere except the greenhouse. That's strictly off limits.

Jane: Why would a greenhouse be off limits?

Anthea: Maybe the plants are deadly, like in "The Black Rose Of Devil's Island".

Jane: Maybe.

Martha: The greenhouse is off limits because I said it is. So just stay out of it, and everything will be fine. Here we go.

[hums]

Psammead: Stay back!

Cyril: [to Robert] You have to stop talking to it. It could be dangerous.

Anthea: I bet it has huge fangs and poisonous saliva.

Robert: It's an ugly little monster.

Psammead: "It"? "It"? "It"? Do you mean to tell me that you do not know what a Psammead is?

Robert: You're a what?

Psammead: I am a Psammead crustacea decapodlium wishasaurus. Got it?

Robert: No.

Anthea: Sand Fairy?

Psammead: Are you still here?

Anthea: Yes, and we wish...

Cyril: Anthea.

Anthea: We wish for all the tasks on Uncle's list to be done by magic.

Cyril: She's right, you know. This is big. It's huge. It's immense. It's monumentally, colossally ginormous.

Jane: Is that even a word?

Anthea: Apparently it is now.

Martha: What a to-do today turned out to be.

Jane: Oh... It wasn't us. Honestly, it was the sand fairy...

Cyril: Jane!

Martha: Sand fairy, huh?

Jane: Err... No!

Cyril: No. She didn't say "sand fairy", she said... She said...

Anthea: Safari.

Cyril: Safari. Yes.

Anthea: We were pretending to be on safari, and Cyril is an elephant.

Martha: A safari, of course. Well, now, if we all do as I do... we can undo all this to-do before tomorrow. Come along, you lot.

Jane: I've got you, Sand Fairy.

Psammead: [to Jane] Hello. You're my favorite one of the bunch, you know.

Anthea: I've got you too.

Psammead: [to Anthea] Well, you're my favorite one of the bunch, too.

[to Cyril]

Psammead: And you're very tall.

Cyril: Come on.

Psammead: Just burp me once.

Mother: Shhh...

Anthea: [about Horace] How is he?

Mother: Martha's been up with him all night. I told her to take a rest. I don't know what's wrong with him. He just keeps muttering about monsters and sand fairies.

Anthea: Maybe you should have a rest, too.