Pagemaster

Richard:
This is not good, definitely not good.

Mr. Dewey:
Richard Tylor, consider this your passport to the wonderful and quite unpredictable world of books.

Fantasy:
What is this?

Richard:
It's a library card.

Fantasy:
I'm a book, honey, I can read.

Dr. Jekyll:
My boy, I derive no pleasure in telling you that you are in extreme danger.

Richard:
Danger?

Dr. Jekyll:
Even as we speak.

Fantasy:
He's possessed!

Horror:
He's insane!

Adventure:
He's my kinda guy!

Tom:
Give the word, captain Silver, and I'll show you the color of his insides.

Richard:
Red, red, they're red!

Long John Silver:
Stow your cutlass, Tom, I want a better look at his outsides first.

Adventure:
Hmm, you know what would make this a happy ending? A kiss.

Horror:
Doh, okay.

Adventure:
I meant from her!

Adventure:
I wrote the book on sailing. In fact, I am the book on sailing.

Fantasy:
You know this short story?

Richard:
He's Adventure.

Fantasy:
Honey, that's what they all say.

Horror:
We are lusty, adventurous men.

Richard:
Hey! How'd you get here?

Fantasy:
Quit it! We are in the presence of the Pagemaster.

Richard:
I know who he is. He's the guy who did all this to me! Do you have any idea what I've been through?

The Pagemaster:
Tell me.

Richard:
I was nearly torn to shreds by a crazy doctor, I was made a slave to a bunch of mangy pirates, and eaten - Got that? - eaten by a fire-breathing dragon!

Horror:
He don't mean it, my Pagemaster. He don't mean it.

Richard:
Not to mention being tossed, squashed, and scared practically to death!

The Pagemaster:
Yet you stand before me.

Richard:
Well, yeah.

The Pagemaster:
Think, boy. What kind of an adventure would you have had if I brought you here with the turn of a page?

Richard:
Fantasy!

Fantasy:
Naturally. Who were you expecting, Honey? The Tooth Fairy?

Horror:
Sixteen men on a dead man's stomach...

Fantasy:
No, no! Chest! Chest!

Adventure:
How would you like to curl up with a good book?

Adventure:
Ow, me binding!

Fantasy:
In your dreams!