Little Princess, A
Rich Boy in Street: Here, little girl.
(Sara is tracing her father's face with her finger) Capt Crewe: What are you doing? Memorizing me by heart? Sara Crewe: No... I already know you by heart.
Miss Minchin: Don't tell me you still fancy yourself a princess? Child, look around you! Or better yet, look in the mirror. Sara Crewe: I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses. All of us. Didn't your father ever tell you that? Didn't he?
Sara Crewe: Papa? Maya told me that all girls are princesses. Capt Crewe: Maya... is a very wise woman. Sara Crewe: Then it's true? Capt Crewe: You can be anything you want to be, my love, as long as you believe. Sara Crewe: What do you believe? Capt Crewe: I believe that you are... and always will be... my little princess.
(Captain Crewe has just presented his young daughter with a doll named Emily) Capt Crewe: Whenever you're afraid, or miss me terribly... just tell Emily. And she'll get the message to me, wherever I am. And I'll send one back right away... so that when you hug her... you'll really be getting a hug from me. Sara Crewe: ... It's alright, Papa. I'm going to be fine.
Becky: Sara... why don't you tell your stories anymore? Sara Crewe: They're just make-believe. They don't mean anything. Becky: Oh, but they've always meant something to me. There were days I thought I would die, until I heard you talk about the magic. Sara Crewe: There is no magic, Becky.
(as the police officers are taking Sara away, Captain Crewe realizes who she is. He runs out of the house) (shouts) Sara!
Sara Crewe: Did you ever know a real prince, Maya? Maya: Yes. Laki's father. Laki: I thought he was in the army. Maya: He was. And he was my prince, and I, his princess. Sara Crewe: But I mean real princes and princesses. Maya: All women are princesses. It is our right.
(at Sara's birthday party, Sara blows out the candles on her cake) Lottie: (happily jumping up and down) I want a big piece! Lavinia: (sarcastically) Oh hush up, Lottie! I'm sure Princess Sara will give everyone a fair share. Right, Princess? Lottie: (to Sara) I told her that's what you were. Sara Crewe: Well, not just me, all girls are princesses. Even snotty, two-face bullies like you, Lavinia!
Miss Minchin: Sara,this is Monsieur Dufarge. You will begin French lessons with him this afternoon. Sara Crewe: Do I have to? Miss Minchin: Sara! You most certainly do! Now apologize to Monsieur this instant for your rudeness! Sara Crewe: But I didn't mean to be rude. Miss Minchin: (shouts) Now! (Sara says three sentences entirely in French. Monsieur Dufarge looks at her through his monicle impressed) Monsieur Dufarge: This child doesn't need to learn French, she practically *is* French! Says she learned it from her father. Miss Minchin: I understood perfectly well what she said, Monsieur. Sara Crewe: I'm sorry, but we tried to tell you. Monsieur Dufarge: Well, perhaps she can tutor the younger children, and she might just be able to help you with your pronunciation, Miss Minchin.
(Sara just met her new doll, Emily) Capt Crewe: You know, dolls make the very best friends. Just because they can't speak doesn't mean they don't listen. And did you know that when we leave them alone in our room, they come to life? Sara Crewe: They do? Capt Crewe: Yes! But before we walk in and catch them, they return to their place as quick as lightning! Sara Crewe: Why don't they come to life in front of us so we can see them? Capt Crewe: Because it's magic. Magic has to be believed. It's the only way it's real.
(Randolph and his servant are at a military hospital, where Randolph has discovered that the amnesiac soldier there is not his son John) Charles Randolph: All the hoping... you must think me a fool. Ram Dass: Is it your wish to be wise, sahib? Charles Randolph: I don't know. I suppose a wise man wouldn't have come here at all. Ram Dass: But if he had, he would have looked more closely upon the soldier's face. Charles Randolph: And what would he have seen? Ram Dass: Pain, sahib. He needs to be cared for. Charles Randolph: He's not my responsiblity. Ram Dass: A wise man would remember that this soldier was in John's regiment. If his memory returns... he might tell sahib what happened to his son. Perhaps sahib would learn that John is in British hospital now wishing a kind man would take him home... away from his pain.
Sara Crewe: Don't cry, Becky. Becky: I'm scared. If Michin throws me out, I got no place to go Sara Crewe: That's not true. I'm here with you. I've always thought of us as sisters. Becky: You have? Sara Crewe: Let's make a promise right now: to always look out for each other. Becky: It's a promise.
(the girls have woken up to find the attic beautifully redecorated and a breakfast of sausages, muffins and fruit awaiting them) Sara Crewe: Look! Just what we ordered! Becky: I'm a little scared about all of this... Sara Crewe: Me too. Do you think we shouldn't eat it? Becky: I'm not that scared!
(the amnesiac Capt Crewe comes across Sara crying in a corner of a darkened room) Cunningham, Liam@Capt Crewe : What is it? Why are you crying? Please tell me. I won't hurt you. Won't you tell me your name? Sara Crewe: (sobbing) Sara. Capt Crewe: 'Sara'... that's such a pretty name. Sara Crewe: (there is a flash of lightening, and the lights suddenly come back on) Papa... ? Capt Crewe: What did you say? (she runs to him, and he tries to hold her away) I'm sorry... Sara Crewe: Papa, it's me! It's Sara! Capt Crewe: Do you know me? Sara Crewe: Papa, don't you remember me? Papa, please! You've got to know me! It's Sara, remember? Remember India and Maya? Remember the Ramayana... and Emily? And the locket with Mama's picture? Capt Crewe: (still struggling to push her away) No... Sara Crewe: Papa, please! Charles Randolph: (Mr Randolph arrives with Miss Minchin and the police) Do you know this man? Sara Crewe: Papa, tell them! Miss Minchin: (recognizes Captain Crewe) This child has no father. Take her away! Sara Crewe: (a police man tears Sara away and carries her, kicking and screaming, from the room) No! No! Papa! Capt Crewe: I'm so sorry...