鬼妈妈精彩英文台词:
Were here! Time to muscle up.
Hello?
Whos there?
You scared me to death, you mangy thing.
Im just looking for an old well. Know it?
Not talking, huh?
Magic dowser, magic dowser,
show me the well!
Get away from me!
Ooh.
Let me guess. Youre from Texas or Utah, someplace dried-out and barren, right?
I heard about water witching before, but it doesnt make sense.
-I mean, its just an ordinary branch. -Its a dowsing rod.
Ow!
And I dont like being stalked, not by psycho nerds or their cats!
Hes not really my cat. Hes kind of feral. You know, wild.
Of course, I do feed him every night,
and sometimes hell come to my window and bring me little dead things.
Look, Im from Pontiac.
Huh?
Michigan. And if Im a water witch, then wheres the secret well?
You stomp too hard and youll fall in it.
Oh!
See?
Its supposed to be so deep, if you fell to the bottom and looked up,
youd see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day.
Ha!
Surprised she let you move in.
My gramma, she owns the Pink Palace. Wont rent to people with kids.
What do you mean?
Im not supposed to talk about it. Im Wybie. Wybie Lovat.
-Wybie? -Short for Wyborne.
Not my idea, of course. Whatd you get saddled with?
I wasnt saddled with anything. Its Coraline.
-Caroline what? -Coraline. Coraline Jones.
Its not real scientific, but I heard an ordinary name like Caroline.
can lead people to have ordinary expectations about a person.
Wyborne!
I think I heard someone calling you, Wyborne.
-What? I didnt hear anything. -I definitely heard someone,
Why-Were-You-Born.
-Wyborne! -Grandma!
Well, great to meet a Michigan water witch,
but Id wear gloves next time.
-Why? -Cause that dowsing rod of yours,
its poison oak.
I almost fell down a well yesterday, Mom.
Uh-huh.
I wouldve died.
Thats nice.
Hmm.
So, can I go out? I think its perfect weather for gardening.
No, Coraline. Rain makes mud. Mud makes a mess.
But, Mom, I want stuff growing when my friends come to visit.
Isnt that why we moved here?
Something like that. But then we had the accident.
-lt wasnt my fault you hit that truck. -I never said it was.
I cant believe it.
You and Dad get paid to write about plants, and you hate dirt.
Coraline, I dont have time for you right now,
and you still have unpacking to do. Lots of unpacking.
That sounds exciting!
Oh. Some kid left this on the front porch.
Hey, Jonesy. Look what I found in Grammas trunk.
Look familiar? Wybie.
Huh.
A little me? Thats weird.
Whats his name, anyway?
Wybie. And Im way too old for dolls.
Hey, Dad. Hows the writing going?
Dad!
Hello, Coraline and Coraline doll.
Do you know where the garden tools are?
Its... Its pouring out there, isnt it?
-Its just raining. -Whatd the boss say?
Dont even think about going out, Coraline Jones!
Then you wont need the tools.
You know, this house is 150 years old.
-So? -So explore it.
Go out and count all the doors and windows and write that down on...
List everything thats blue. Just let me work.
Ew!
No. No, no, no. No.
One boring blue boy in a painfully boring painting.
Four incredibly boring windows
and no more doors.
All right, little me. Where are you hiding?
Huh?
Hey, Mom. Where does this door go?
Im really, really busy.
I think its locked.
Please!
Will you stop pestering me if I do this for you?
Fine.
Bricks? I dont get it.
They mustve closed this off when they divided up the house.
Youre kidding. And why is the door so small?