Young Boy Quotes in Alone in the Dark (2005)

Young Boy: What's the matter, mister? You have a nightmare?

Edward Carnby: Yeah. I was sitting... alone in the dark... hearing noises.

Young Boy: My mommy says that there is nothing to be afraid of in the dark.

Edward Carnby: Your mother's wrong, kid. Being afraid of the dark is what keeps most of us alive.

Gru: [in falsetto] It is I, Gru-

[pauses]

Gru: zinkerbell, the most magical faerie princess of all!

Young Boy: [interrupts] How come you're so fat?

Gru: [annoyed] Because my house is made out of candy, and sometimes,

[while hitting boy with wand]

Gru: I eat instead of facing my problems!

[last lines]

Barber: What's wrong? Nobody's sick in this dump anymore?

Young Boy: All the sick are at the hospital.

Barber: The what?

Young Boy: The hospital. Built by the physician from the Orient.

Barber: What physician from the orient?

Young Boy: Physician Cole!

Barber: Cole?

Young Boy: Him, his wife, and a bunch of Jews. They can cure anything.

Barber: Brat! Here.

[coins]

Barber: Lead the way. Tell me about it!

Young Boy: I went for a fever. You get a soft bed to lie in, hot meals, and magic medicine. Someone's playing music.

Barber: And then what?

Young Boy: Physician Cole comes to see you every evening. And if you ask, he juggles for you and tells you amazing stories. With lions, and horses with big humps on their back. And falcons that can break a man's skull with its beak.

Barber: And his wife, what is... what's she like?

Young Boy: Delicious.

Barber: What do you know? What are you, nine?

Young Boy: I'm ten!

[they walk off talking]

Young Boy: [Goody, with Red along, are in a tiny ice-cream vendor's truck] You're early. You're supposed to go down the next street first, then come up here.

Eddie Goody: Well, listen. While we're here, can I sell you anything?

Young Boy: No, I'm waiting for Judy Ann. They have a better flavor of pistachio.

Red Leary: Look, kid, go fuck a duck.

Bobby: Listen up man, I'm O.G. Bobby Johnson.

Young Boy: You're killer Bobby Johnson?

Young Boy: [after kissing Kyrstyna] I'm sorry.

Krystyna: Don't be silly.

Andrzej: You don't whistle on board.

Young Boy: Why not?

Andrzej: It's not done. Sailors get mast-headed for that... Not hikers, though.