A Little Princess

Rich Boy in Street:
Here, little girl.

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.

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.

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.

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!