James and the Giant Peach1996

James:
That music!

Mr. Grasshopper:
Oh, Sir James! Did I disturb you? So sorry. [stammering as he puts his violin away] I'll put this away.

James:
No, no. I like it. I used to hear it at my aunt's house before I went to sleep. That was you, wasn't it? Or do all grasshoppers play music?

Mr. Grasshopper:
All grasshoppers... try. I'm sure you've heard this. [rubs his legs together, making a chirping sound]

James:
Mm-hmm.

Mr. Grasshopper:
Ghastly, isn't it? Cricket stuff. Music should be the voice of the soul.

James:
What does that mean?

Mr. Grasshopper:
It means that when I'm happy, my music sounds like this. [plays a cheerful, upbeat tune on his violin] And when I'm sad, it's like this. [plays a slow, mournful tune]

James:
When I was sad, I used to climb in bed with my mom and dad. But that was a long time ago.

Mr. Grasshopper:
I'm sure they'd be very proud of you, James. I know we are.