Winnie The Pooh: Your ladder is broken.
Christopher Robin: That's not a ladder. That was a shelf!
Winnie The Pooh: Well, that explains why it was no good for climbing. (00:35:25)
Christopher Robin: I've cracked.
Winnie The Pooh: Oh, I don't see any cracks. A few wrinkles, maybe. (00:30:30)
Christopher Robin: I"m not who I used to be.
Winnie The Pooh: Of course you are. You're our friend. Look at how you saved everybody today. You are our hero.
Christopher Robin: I'm not a hero, Pooh... I'm lost.
Winnie The Pooh: But I found you. Didn't I? (01:05:00)
Winnie The Pooh: What should happen if you forget about me?
Young Christopher Robin: I won't ever forget about you, Pooh, I promise. Not even when I'm a hundred.
Winnie The Pooh: How old will I be then?
Young Christopher Robin: Ninety nine. Silly old bear.
Evelyn Robin: You won't be coming to the cottage?
Christopher Robin: It can't be helped.
Evelyn Robin: It never can.
Christopher Robin: You can't just take a teddy bear from a grown man! (00:39:30)
Abra Stone: You're magic. Like me.
Danny Torrance: You need to listen to me. The world's a hungry place. A dark place. I've only met two or three people like us. They died. When I was a kid, I bumped into these things. I don't know about magic. I, I always called it "the shining."
Peter MacMannus: Catch, you are the best friend a guy with twenty diagnosed neuroses ever had.
Catcher Block: Oh, we've been friends a long time... I knew you when you only had twelve.
Catcher Block: It doesn't take a Nazi rocket scientist to figure that out.
Catcher Block: I don't care about sex anymore. I just want to get married.
Peter MacMannus: Well me too. But fat chance now.
Phillip Morris: Enough romance. Let's fuck.
Lincoln Six Echo: My name is Lincoln Six Echo and I'm your insurance policy.
Tom Lincoln: Yes, can you please explain to me why my insurance policy is sitting downstairs on my fucking sofa?!
Martland: The fact that you're as drunk as a fiddler's bitch in no way obviates the fact that you very nearly caused an international incident. A man your age has no excuse for looking or behaving like a fugitive from a home for alcoholic music hall artistes.
Mortdecai: I will have you know that I am not an alcoholic. I am a drunk, and there is a vast difference.
Katherine: Oh my god.
Martin Bells: This just doesn't happen! This is not happening! Cray, why are you doing this? What the hell are you doing?
Inspector Thomas Cray: Stop asking for the "how" and "why" Martin.
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