Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium (2007)

Mr. Edward Magorium : [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.

[pause, walks over to Molly]

Mr. Edward Magorium : I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

Molly Mahoney : [starting to sob] I love you.

Mr. Edward Magorium : I love you, too.

[picks Molly up, sighs heavily]

Mr. Edward Magorium : Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

Mr. Edward Magorium : 37 seconds.

Molly Mahoney : Great. Well done. Now we wait.

Mr. Edward Magorium : No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

Molly Mahoney : Are you dying?

Mr. Edward Magorium : Light bulbs die, my sweet. I will depart.

Mr. Edward Magorium : We must face tomorrow, whatever it may hold, with determination, joy and bravery

Mr. Edward Magorium : I fell so completely in love with these shoes, I bought enough pairs to last my whole lifetime. This is my last pair.

Mr. Edward Magorium : Name the Fibonacci series from its eleventh to its sixteenth.

Henry Weston : Umm... 89, 144, 233, 377, 610?

Mr. Edward Magorium : Perfect. Number four, do we really need it?

Henry Weston : If you like squares - you do.

Mr. Edward Magorium : Oh, I like squares. Good. Now, the hot dog, the hot dog/bun ratio, why for the love of mustard are there never enough buns?

Henry Weston : Extra hot dogs...

Mr. Edward Magorium : Yes, but why?

Henry Weston : In case you drop a couple.

Mr. Edward Magorium : What kind of insufferable fool drops a hot dog?

Henry Weston : Anything can happen, sir.

Mr. Edward Magorium : Anything can happen. How absolutely true. You're exactly the mutant I'm looking for! You're hired.

Mr. Edward Magorium : Unlikely adventures require unlikely tools.

Molly Mahoney : I'm stuck!

Mr. Edward Magorium : Oh, to my floor?

Molly Mahoney : No, sir.

Mr. Edward Magorium : Then what?

Molly Mahoney : Like a person. You remember when I was a little girl and I could play Rahmaninov's Second Piano Concerto and everyone was talking about my potential?

Mr. Edward Magorium : Mhm.

Molly Mahoney : Well, I am 23 now and everyone's still talking about my potential but if you ask em to play the song I know best... I'll still play Rachmaninov's Second.

Mr. Edward Magorium : May I suggest you stun the world with Molly Mahoney's First?

Molly Mahoney : He's 242 years old and...

Mr. Edward Magorium : I am not 242! I'm 243! You were at my birthday party. You brought me balloons.

Mr. Edward Magorium : I've hired an accountant.

Molly Mahoney : A what?

Mr. Edward Magorium : An accountant. According to the word, it must be a cross between a counter and a mutant and that may be precisely what we need.

Henry Weston : You have a tenant living in your basement?

Mr. Edward Magorium : He was born there, I can't very well ask him to leave.

Mr. Edward Magorium : Most of these are important papers... and some of them might be doodles I never had framed... I can't tell the difference in them.

Mr. Edward Magorium : A stroke, you unbrookable ninny. The only stroke I have ever had is one of genius.

Molly Mahoney : [after they have set all the clocks forward in a shop to strike noon at the same time] Now we wait.

Mr. Edward Magorium : No. We Breathe. We Pulse. We Regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. Thirty-seven seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

Molly Mahoney : Mr. Magorian, I asked the big book for a lollipop and I got a lemur!

Mr. Edward Magorium : A lemur? We don't even carry lemurs! I'm not even sure I know what a lemur is! Wait, is that that small primate-looking thing?

Mr. Edward Magorium : Mutant, have you come to take me up on my hula hoop challenge?

Mr. Edward Magorium : Hey, pants!

Molly Mahoney : What about them?

Mr. Edward Magorium : Nothing, just

[dances]

Mr. Edward Magorium : pants!

Molly Mahoney : [dances] Me too!

Doctor : What are you doing?

Mr. Edward Magorium : I'm practicing the euphonium.

Doctor : The what?