Edmund: I have a mind to tell your father it was you who stole Aunt Alberta's sweets. Edmund: "Hideous burden"? I haven't seen you lift a finger since we've been here. Eustace: People who read fairy tales are always the sort who become a hideous burden to people like me– –who read books with real information.
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Edmund: There once was a boy called Eustace who read books full of facts that were useless. Eustace: What rubbish! See? That's what happens when you read all those fanciful novels and fairy tales of yours. Lucy: Edmund, it looks like the water's actually moving.
Edmund: You won't see it from the other side of the door. Eustace: What's so fascinating about that picture anyway? It's hideous. Edmund: Please let me hit him! Lucy: No! Edmund: Don't you ever knock? Eustace: It's my house. Eustace: There once were two orphans who wasted their time believing in Narnian nursery rhymes. Well, just another reminder that we're here and not there. It's very Narnian-looking, isn't it? Edmund: Yeah. Lucy: Do you think I look anything like Susan? Edmund: Lucy, have you seen this ship before? Lucy: Yes. Edmund: Yeah, they're the eldest and we're the youngest. Lucy: Susan and Peter are the lucky ones. Mother hopes you both won't mind another few months in Cambridge." Lucy: Another few months? Lucy: How will we survive? Edmund: You're lucky. "It seems the Germans have made the crossing difficult right now.
I was invited– Lucy: "–to the British Consul's tea party this week by a naval officer–" Susan: –who happens to be very handsome. America is very exciting, except we never see Father. It's been such an adventure, but nothing like our times in Narnia. Edmund: Why, you little– Eustace: Father, he's gonna hit me! Lucy: Edmund, look! It's from Susan. Shall I start making soup? Aunt Alberta's on her way home. I tried to find some carrots, but all they had were turnips again. Lucy: I'm home! Hello? Eustace: Note to self, investigate legal ramifications of impaling relatives. I could simply put them in a jar or pin them to my wall. If only one could treat relatives like one treats insects, all my problems would be solved. Not sure how much longer I can cope living with them, having to share my things. Eustace: Dear diary, it is now day 253 since my wretched cousins Edmund and Lucy invaded our house. Edmund: What are you doing? Lucy: Nothing. Instead I'm stuck here, doing battle with Eustace Clarence Scrubb. Edmund: I've fought wars and– and I've lead armies. Male: Better luck next time, eh, squirt? Edmund: Squirt? He barely had two years on me. You're supposed to be helping me with the groceries. Intake Officer: Are you sure you're 18? Edmund: Why? Do I look older? Intake Officer: Alberta Scrubb? Edmund: That's a typographical error. Edmund: So, if there are no wars to fight, then why are we here? Your adventure begins now.ĭialogue Eustace: This place just gets weirder and weirder!
I spent too long wanting what was taken from me and not what was given.
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