Imaginaerum

[from trailer]

Tom - age 10:
We need to turn back!

Mr. White:
It's too late! I can't!

[from trailer]

Mr. White:
Well, well, well. It's good to see an old friend.

Ann - age 73:
[In Tom's Dream] You used to play so beautifully Tom. You had a song for every little thing in your life.

Tom - age 10:
This is a dream!

Mr. White:
[Chuckles] This is as real as it gets for you buddy.

Gem Whitman:
[In Tom's dream] Mr. Thomas Whitman. A composer and a poet. A bad, bad father, with bad, bad memories.

Tom Whitman - age 70:
[about the Arabesque] E Minor! I was right, she did spin!

Mr. White:
[about the circus] Now this is the real deal!

[Sees Tom]

Mr. White:
Hey buddy! What are you doing down there, come here! They're starting!

[Tom tries to make his way, but is unable to because of the clowns]

Mr. White:
[Delighted] Sorry, now I get it, you're part of the act! Ooh, I've gotta see this!

[last lines]

Tom Whitman - age 70:
[voiceover] And there forever remains that change from G to E Minor.

Tom Whitman - age 70:
[voiceover] I had hoped to hear the chords played again one day, without them I'm lost in this nothingness. If a song had to have a colour it would be a mixture of red and pink, forever afraid of vanishing, terrified of the silence that make it.

Ann:
[singing] Ice cream castles, lips-to-ear rhymes/ a-slumber deeper than time

Tom - age 10:
But... Dad

Theodore Whitman:
[Harshly] Is this about your mother again?

Tin soldier:
We must hurry sir.

Ann - age 73:
When you get old enough you don't fear death anymore, you wait for it. And, after a while, you hope for it, even if you don't admit IT. Do you know why? Because losing your mind before you go is worse than dying.

[first lines]

Orphan caretaker:
That's it. Gently.