Mrs Brown says that in London everyone is different, and that means anyone can fit in. I think she must be right – because although I don’t look like anyone else, I really do feel at home. I’ll never be like other people, but that’s alright, because I’m a bear. A bear called Paddington.
Mr. E, I talked to the lawyer guy upstairs and he confirmed my hunch, uh, about the whole stabbing of Mr. Whitefeather thing. It’s a definite no can do from a legal standpoint.
Breaking and entering: okay on Christmas.
[sitting bolt upright in bed]
Spiders… the spiders… they want me to tap-dance. And I don’t want to tap-dance!
You tell those spiders, Ron.
Yeah, tell them… I’ll tell them…
[falls straight back asleep]
I know what I have to do. But going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long.
[Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick]
Ow! Jeez, what was that for?
It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past.
Yeah, but it still hurts.
Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it.
[swings his stick again at Simba, who ducks out of the way]
Ha. You see? So what are you going to do?
First, I’m gonna take your stick.
[Simba snatches Rafiki’s stick and throws it and Rafiki runs to grab it]
No, no, no, no, not the stick! Hey, where you going?
I’m going back!
Good! Go on! Get out of here!
[Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly]
Do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass! Please have a blade, please do, it’s so delectable and so darn good looking!
You can eat the grass?
Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable, even *I’m* eatable! But that is called ”cannibalism,” my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
Casper on Screen:
I told you I was a good dancer. Can I keep you?
[in letter to Ronnie]
Love is fragile. And we’re not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.