Wednesday: [hooking up an electric chair] Pugsley, sit in the chair. Pugsley: Why? Wednesday: So we can play a game. Pugsley: What game? Wednesday: [strapping him in] It's called, 'Is There a God?'
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Caroline Thompson
Caroline Thompson (born April 23, 1956) is an American novelist, screenwriter, film director, and producer. She wrote the screenplays for Tim Burton's films Edward Scissorhands, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and Corpse Bride. She co-wrote the story for Edward Scissorhands and recently co-adapted a new stage version of the film with director and choreographer Matthew Bourne. Thompson also adapted the screenplay for the film version of Wicked Lovely, a bestselling fantasy series, in 2011, but the production was put into turnaround. 2Early life Thompson was born in Washington, D.C., the daughter of Bettie Marshall (née Warner), a teacher, and Thomas Carlton Thompson, Jr., a lawyer. She received her early education in Washington. Thereafter she went to Cambridge, Massachusetts to attend Radcliffe College, Harvard University, and eventually graduating from Amherst College in English and classic literature in 1978. 2Career Thompson moved to Los Angeles, supporting herself as a freelance book reviewer and writer. In 1983, she published a novel "First Born" which director Penelope Spheeris chose to make into a film, and from whom she started learning scriptwriting while writing the drafts of the film's screenplay. Though the movie was never made, the project gave her the impetus to find a new career as a screenwrite
[upon seeing that Fester is actually Gordon] I knew it! You are a fake!
Wednesday: Pass the salt. Morticia: And what do we say? Wednesday: [sternly] Now.
Don't be a baby. I know what I'm doing.
Nobody gets out of the Bermuda Triangle, not even for a vacation. Everyone knows that.
Sally: [examining Jack in his newly finished Santa suit] You don't look like yourself, Jack. Not at all. Jack Skellington: Isn't that wonderful? It couldn't be more wonderful! Sally: [holds up the clipboard sketch of him] But you're the Pumpkin King! Jack Skellington: Not anymore! [breaks it over…
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust! Ohh... I'm feeling weak—with hunger! One more roll o'the dice oughta do it! [places the dice in the skull shaker but receives a pair of ones] WHAT? SNAKE-EYES! [strikes the table hard enough to overturn them and get a larger number]
J-J-J-Jack! But they said you were dead. You must be—double dead!
[singing] And on a dark cold night, under full moonlight, he flies into the fog like a vulture in the sky! [in a deeper tone] And they call him, Sandy... Clawssss...!
No, Zero. Down, boy....My, what a brilliant nose you have. The better to light my way! You're the head of the team, Zero!
[sung] Well, what the heck, I really did my best/And by God I really tasted something swell, that's right/And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky/And at least I left some stories they can tell, I did/And for the first time since I don't remember when/I felt like my old bony self again/And I,…
What have I done? What have I done? How could I be so blind? All is lost. Where was I? Spoiled all! Spoiled all! Everything's gone all wrong. What have I done? What have I done? Find a deep cave to hide in. In a million years, they'll find me. Only dust, and a plaque that reads: 'Here Lies Poor Old…
Won't they be impressed, I am a ge-ni-us! See how I transform this old rat inTO a most deLIGHTful hat!
Sally: I had the most terrible vision. Jack Skellington: That's splendid! Sally: No—it was about your Christmas. There was smoke... and fire! Jack Skellington: That's not my Christmas! My Christmas is filled with laughter, and joy...and this: my Sandy Claws outfit. I want you to make it. Sally:…
[attempting to push Santa down the pipe] Shock: I think he might be too big! [she tries again, he groans] Lock: No, he's not! If he can go down a chimney... he can fit...[shoves]...down...[shoves again]...here!...[Santa slides down the pipe]
Santa: [singing] Release me now or you'll have to face the dire consequences. / The children are expecting me, so please come to your senses. Oogie Boogie Man: [singing] You're jokin', you're jokin'! / I can't believe my ears! / Would someone shut this fella up? / I'm drownin' in my tears! / It's…
[singing] I am the clown with the tear-away face! [Pulls face off...demonic voice] Here in a flash and gone without a trace! [vanishes in a puff of smoke]
Jack Skellington: The job I have for you is top secret. It requires skill, craft, cunning, mis— Shock: And we thought you didn't like us, Jack.
Sally: Lunch! Dr. Finkelstein: Mm, what's this? [sniffs] Wormswort! Mmm... [prepares to take a bite but then sniffs suspiciously] Dr. Finkelstein: ...And frog's breath? Sally: [innocently] What's wrong? I thought you liked frog's breath. Dr. Finkelstein: Nothing's more suspicious than frog's breath!…
What a joy to think of all we'll have in common. We'll have conversations worth having.