The BFG:
"All joy is drinking Frobscottle!"
Sophie:
"It's fizzing the wrong way."
The BFG:
"Wrong way?"
Sophie:
"Our bubbles go up."
The BFG:
"Up? Up? Upward going bubbles gives a flithsome belchy burp!"
Sophie:
"But, what's wrong with a little burp now and then?"
The BFG:
"It's loathesome!"
Sophie:
"But, if the bubbles in your tummy go down and come out...someplace else, that could have a far nastier result!"
The BFG:
"A whizpopper!"
Sophie:
"Where am I?"
The BFG:
"Giant Country!"
Fleshlumpeater:
"I has a boo boo!"
Sophie:
"Why are you giving me a dream?"
Sophie:
"What's in those jars?"
The BFG:
"Dreams."
Sophie:
"Dreams aren't things!"
The BFG:
"Is that right?"
Sophie:
"Dreams are so quick!"
The BFG:
"Yeah, on the outside. They's long on the inside."
The BFG:
"Your madjester, I am your most humbug servant."
Sophie:
"Never get out of the bed. Never go to the window. Never look behind the curtain. And that is where our story begins..."
Sophie:
"It was the Witching Hour, when the Boogeyman comes out... when people go missing. The girls say the Witching Hour arrives at midnight. I think it comes at three in the morning, when I'm the only one awake. Like always. Like now."
Sophie:
"Why did you take me?"
The BFG:
"Because I hears your lonely heart, in all the secret whisperings of the world."
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