Moonrise Kingdom

"Dear Suzy, walk four hundred yards due north from your house to the dirt path which has not got any name on it. Turn right and follow to the end. I will meet you in the meadow."

"I'll be out back. I'm gonna find a tree to chop down."

"How can we help her? She's got so many problems. It's getting worse."

"We're in love. We just want to be together. What's wrong with that?"

"That's not a safe altitude."

"Alright, we know they're together, we know they're within a certain radius of this spot. I'm declaring a case with the county right now. Until help arrives, I'm deputizing the little guy, the skinny one and the boy with the patch on his eye to come with me in the station wagon. Randy, you drop in and head up river with the rest of your troops, and split up on foot. Becky. Call Jed, tell him to circle over this end of the island and fly low."

"This is the island of New Penzance. Sixteen miles long...forested with old growth pine and maple...crisscrossed by shallow tidal creeks...Chickchaw territory."

"No. What kind of bird are you?"

Sam: "What happened to your hand?"

Suzy: "I got hit in the mirror."

Sam: "Really? How did that happen?"

Suzy: "I lost my temper at myself."

"That sounds like poetry. Poems don't always have to rhyme, you know. They're just supposed to be creative."

"It helps me see things closer. Even if they're not very far away. I pretend it's my magic power."

Sam: "Those sons of bitches, they got him right through the neck."

Suzy: "Was he a good dog?"

Sam: "Who's to say? But he didn't deserve to die."

"Dear Suzy, I accidentally built a fire while I was sleepwalking. I have no memory of this, but my foster parents think I am lying."

"You can touch my chest. I, uh... I think they're gonna grow more."

Sam: "I feel I'm in a real family now. Not like yours, but similar to one."

Suzy: "I always wished I was an orphan. Most of my favorite characters are. I think your lives are more special."

Sam: "I love you, but you don't know what you're talking about."

Suzy: "I love you, too."

"It's not an accomplishment badge; I inherited it from my mother. It's not meant for a male to wear, but I don't give a damn."

Laura: "Poor Suzy. Why is everything so hard for you?"

Suzy: "We're in love. We just want to be together. What's wrong with that?"

Suzy: "I know what you do with that sad, dumb policeman."

Laura: "He's not dumb... But I guess he is kind of sad."

"Watch out for turtles. They'll bite you if you put your fingers in their mouths."

"Our daughter's been abducted by one of these beige lunatics!"

Laura: "I'm sorry Walt."

Walt: "It's not your fault... Which injuries are you apologizing for? Specifically."

Laura: "Specifically? Whichever ones still hurt."

Walt: "Half of those were self-inflicted... I hope the roof flies off, and I get sucked up into space. You'll be better off without me."

Laura: "Stop feeling sorry for yourself."

Walt: "Why?"

Laura: "We're all they've got, Walt."

Walt: "That's not enough."

"I think you've still got lightning in you."

1. Skotak: "Damn us! It's none of our business. This troop has been very shabby to Field Mate Sam Shakusky. In fact, we've been a bunch of mean jerks! Why is he so unpopular? I admit, supposedly, he's emotionally disturbed, but he's also a disadvantaged orphan. How would you feel? Nickleby? Deluca? Lazy Eye? Gadge? He's a fellow Khaki Scout, and he needs our help. Are we man enough to give that, so part of his brain doesn't get removed out of him? They were prepared to die for each other out there."
2. Deluca: 'Ok, ok. What do you need?"
3. Skotak: "3 yards of chicken wire, some ripped up newspapers, and a bucket of wheat paste."
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1. Sam: "I guess we better try to pretend we're struggling over our decision for a minute before we go back over there and tell him."
2. Suzy: "Maybe he's right. It could be a mistake."
3. Sam: "What? Why? How?"
4. Suzy: "Being married. Sometimes it seems sad to me. It might be better to just go steady permanently."
5. Sam: "I don't know what to say."

"Molly's right. I do go berserk."

Laura: "We women are more emotional..."

Suzy: "I hate you."

Laura: "Don't say hate."

Suzy: "Why not? I mean it."

Laura: "You think you mean it, in this moment. You're trying to hurt me."

Suzy: "Exactly."

"He left me a letter of resignation. Over."

Suzy: "It feels hard."

Sam: "Do you mind?"

Suzy: "I like it."

"Jiminy cricket, he flew the coop!"

Laura: "Walt, where the hell are you?"

Walt: "Right here. Why are you cursing at me?"

Laura: "Does it concern you that your daughter's just run away from home?"

Walt: "That's a loaded question."

Laura: "Come down and read this!"

"That's very eloquent. I can't argue against anything you're saying. But then again, I don't have to, 'cause you're 12 years old. Look, let's face it, you're probably a much more intelligent person than I am. In fact, I guarantee it. But even smart kids stick they're finger in electrical sockets sometimes. It takes time to figure things out. It's been proven by history. All mankind makes mistakes. It's our job to try to protect you from making the dangerous ones, if we can. We want a slug?"

Sam: "Listen to some reason. I don't like you. You don't like me. So, why don't you just let us disappear?"

Redford: "Well, it's tempting, but we can't allow it."

"I think you've still got lightning in you."

"Hang on, Social Services!"

Sam: "It's possible I may wet the bed by the way. Later, I mean."

Suzy: "Okay."

Sam: "I wish I didn't have to mention it but just in case. I don't want to make you be offended."

Suzy: "Of course, I won't."

"You two are the most appallingly incompetent custodial guardians Social Services has ever had the misfortune to encounter in a TWENTY-SEVEN year career!"

"It's been proven by history: all mankind makes mistakes."

Walt: "Holy Christ, what am I looking at here?"

Laura: "He does watercolors. Mostly landscapes but a few nudes."

"There are no paved roads, but - here comes Jet with the mail -- but instead many miles of intersecting footpaths and dirt trails and a ferry that runs twice daily from Stone Cove."

Cousin Ben: "You his girl?"

Suzy: "Yeah."

Cousin Ben: "Technically, I'm a civil law scrivener. I'm authorized to declare births, deaths, and marriages. You're kind of young. You got a license?"

Sam, Suzy: "No."

Cousin Ben: "I can't offer you a legally binding union. It won't hold up in the state, the county, or frankly, any courtroom in the world, due to your age, lack of a license, and failure to get parental consent. But the ritual does carry a very important moral weight within yourselves. You can't enter into the contract lightly. Look into my eyes. Do you love each other?"

Suzy: "Yes, we do."

Cousin Ben: "Think about what I'm saying. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Suzy: "Yes, we are."

Cousin Ben: "They're not listening to me. Let me rephrase it."

Suzy: "We're in a hurry."

Cousin Ben: "Are you chewing gum? Spit out the gum, sister. In fact, everybody."

Cousin Ben: "I don't like the snappy attitude. This is the most important decision you've made in your lives. Now go over by the trampoline and talk it through before you give me another quick answer..."

"The year...is 1965. We are on the far edge of Black Beacon Sound, famous for the ferocious and well-documented storm which will strike from the East, on the fifth of September -- in three days' time."

"See you tomorrow."