The Boxtrolls

Winnie:
[on seeing eggs scratching his crotch] NO! Don't scratch those! That's why they're called privates!

Eggs:
[when Winnie tells him to get in his box] Err... I can't right now [Winnie clears her throat] I'm big boned

Winnie:
When you meet someone you must look them in the eye and shake hands [a confused Eggs does jazz hands] What are you doing?

Eggs:
[practicing his manners] It's a pleasure too meet you! It's a pleasure too meet you

Winnie:
[When Eggs states his a boxtroll] Oh... really? Then lets see you fit into your box!

Eggs:
Err... I can't right now

Winnie:
[nods head] Ummhmm

Eggs:
I'm long boned

Herbert Trubshaw:
JELLY!

Mr. Pickles:
We're exterminators! Of justice!

Mr. Gristle:
We exterminate justice!

Winnie:
You're the worst pickpocket I've ever seen. [Gives Eggs a coin] Here. Buy a book on how to be a better thief.

Archibald Snatcher:
I have been reasonable, and I can be unreasonable.

Winnie:
You bit me. With your mouth.

Winnie:
Where are the rivers of blood, and the mountains of bones? I was promised rivers of blood!

Archibald Snatcher:
You Really think Portly-Rind and His mob will help a nobody like you? In this town, you want, you gotta help yourself. That's what a man does.

Eggs:
You're a liar, when I tell Winnie's father the truth, he'll... [Snatcher pushes egg to a wall]

Archibald Snatcher:
HE'LL THANK ME. Because... all your little boxtroll friends... are going to die. TONIGHT!

Eggs:
WHAT?

Archibald Snatcher:
THEY'LL MAKE ME THE MOST RESPECTED MAN IN THIS TOWN! They'll have no choice but to give me a white hat, they'll parade me, They'll take up on their shoulders. And I'm NOT gonna let that be ruined by some little boxtroll sewer rat!

Archibald Snatcher:
[first line, Snatcher to Butler at the front door] Wake his Lordship. The unspeakable has happened, We must speak of it immediately!

[struggles with Butler, trying to slam the door on him]

Lord Portley-Rind:
[Frustrated] What is is, Snatcher?

Archibald Snatcher:
BOXTROLLS HAVE COME AND STOLEN A CHILD!

Lord Portley-Rind:
Gasp, no.

Archibald Snatcher:
There no doubt, picking their teeth with his adorable baby bones, by now.

Lord Portley-Rind:
Horribly tragedy.

[in a non-interested tone]

Lord Portley-Rind:
Lets deal with it in the morning.

Archibald Snatcher:
[while butler aggressively presses the door on Snatcher] STOP, that's not the worst of it. They'll come after...

[Butler slams the door in Snatcher's face, and is now talking through the mailslot of the mansion]

Archibald Snatcher:
our cheeses!

Lord Portley-Rind:
[SCARED] MY GOUDA?

Archibald Snatcher:
They'll stop at nothing.

Lord Portley-Rind:
Oh you're the town exterminator, I'll pay whatever it takes.

Archibald Snatcher:
Oh I don't want money, I want one of those

[pointing at Portly Rind's hat]

Lord Portley-Rind:
A white hat? you? ABSURD!

Archibald Snatcher:
Alright then, by prepare to say bye bye to your brie, cheerio to your cheddar, good bye...

Lord Portley-Rind:
Hey, Have every boxtrolls gone, with proof.

Archibald Snatcher:
For a white hat? I WILL DESTROY EVERY LAST BOXTROLL IN THIS TOWN!

Lord Portley-Rind:
[after Learning that Snatcher was lying about the boxtrolls and the Trubshaws] He lied to us and to poor Madame Fru fru. Snatcher...

Archibald Snatcher:
[Using fru-fru voice] We could have been something special, but you have broken our agreement.

Lord Portley-Rind:
Why is he talking like Madame Fru... GASP, Oh my god! I reget so much.

Winnie:
[on seeing Eggs rubbing his crotch] No!... You don't scratch there in public. That's why they're called [whispers] privates.

Eggs:
It won't change who you are. Cheese, hats, boxes-they don't make you who you are. You make you.

Eggs:
Don't do it. You won't change who you are. Cheese, Hats, Boxes. They don't make you. "You" make you.

Mr. Pickles:
[Noticing that Snatcher is having an allergic reaction to a piece of cheese he just ate. Whispering to Mr. Trout] Someone's got the cheese fits again.

Mr. Trout:
[to Mr.Gristle] Oh, quickly, quietly get the leeches.

Mr. Gristle:
[while silently sneaking around Snatcher] Quietly. Quietly.

Archibald Snatcher:
[Noticing that Trout's leaving the table] Where's he going?

Mr. Gristle:
Quietly.

Archibald Snatcher:
Is he getting more cheese? [Snatcher's lower lip swells up. Making Mr. Pickles and Mr. Trout shocked]

Archibald Snatcher:
What?

Mr. Pickles:
I think you've had enough for today, boss.

Winnie:
BoxTroll Exterminators? They live down in Curds Way.

Eggs:
How do I get there?

Winnie:
Curds Way? [pointing at street sign] Milk turns into it. [rimshot is heard]

Winnie:
[Eggs keeps denying he's not a boxtroll] Oh for goodness sake... give me your hand [Eggs flinches] I... don't bite

Eggs:
[as Winnie removes the bandages to his hands] Hey

Winnie:
[compares Eggs' hand to a boxtrolls] SEE! You're not one of them [places her hand against his softly] You're one of us... you're a boy eggs

Winnie:
[Eggs is examining himself, having been dressed in fancy clothes] There... you look more like a proper boy now

Eggs:
[thrilled] ME... A proper boy!

Winnie:
Allright first things first... off with the box [Eggs gulps cutting to all the boxtrolls screaming] Stop that... RIGHT NOW!

Archibald Snatcher:
[eats a tiny bit of cheddar, and swallows] Mmmm!

Mr. Trout:
[surprisingly] Oh!

Archibald Snatcher:
I say, old chaps, it's quite, um [pause] It's, um [pauses] It's quite, um

Mr. Trout:
[breaking in] Aromatic? Oaky? With an undertone of a mother's smile on a warm spring day? Hmmm [smiling thoughtfully]

Archibald Snatcher:
Yes! Those things. Etcetera, ectetera, big words, chummy banter. [Said as he breaks into an allergic reaction to the cheese]