Five Children and It (2004)
Jonathan Bailey: Cyril
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Mother : Robert! Robert, wait! Now, Uncle Albert will meet you at the station.
Robert : Do you think he'll have model planes? Fighters, like the ones Dad will be flying?
Mother : I'm not sure, dear, but he does have a son called Horace who's about your age. He might.
Father : Cyril, you're in charge now. Children, you're all to listen to Cyril while we're away.
Robert : Why is he in charge? You're not in charge of me!
Cyril : Robert, I am.
Robert : Dad, is there any way I can come with you?
Father : Robert, who is the most important member of any mission?
Robert : You are. The pilot.
Father : No, it's the navigator. A pilot would be lost without one. Your mum and I need you to keep everyone on course.
Robert : You can count on me.
Father : [hands him a compass] So you always know where to find me.
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Cyril : Good evening, Madam. We're looking for our Uncle Albert. We are...
Martha : Five children? Oh, my goodness! But you're not due till Friday!
Cyril : Today is Friday.
Martha : It is? But I have a goose in the oven. Goose is Thursdays. Oh, never mind. Come in. Come in. Come on, come on. Tuesday's duck, Wednesday's duck, Thursday's goose. Now put your cases down. It's duck, duck, goose! We must have had Wednesday on Tuesday and Monday on Sunday.
[sighs]
Martha : Well, it's just one day, I suppose. Last year we lost October. It's not an easy thing to do, you know, lose a whole month. I'll get you some towels, and tell your Uncle you've arrived.
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Cyril : Uncle, It's me, Cyril. You came to my eighth birthday party. You gave me a subscription to Algebra Monthly.
Uncle Albert : Cyril? Cyril! No, Cyril was a much smaller boy.
Cyril : But that was five years ago.
Uncle Albert : Was it? Well, err... I should think he'd be about your age by now.
[laughs]
Uncle Albert : I wonder what he's doing.
Robert : I can eat a whole goose by myself.
Uncle Albert : Well, if it is Friday as you assert, then goose was yesterday so you'll have to wait till err... next Thursday.
Robert : But there is a goose in the oven, and today is Friday!
Uncle Albert : Ah, well, Martha. Looks like Thursday's gone missing with last October.
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Cyril : Robert, wait, where are you going?
Robert : Here's a clue. It rhymes with hand hairy.
Cyril : No way, we're not going back. You saw all the trouble that wish got us into.
Robert : Oh look, this must be the pole that's been sticking up Cyril's ...
Cyril : Back off! You can insult me all you like, but ...
Robert : Thanks, but I'll save that for later. I'm going, whether you're coming or not.
Jane : Hand hairy? Sand fairy!
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Psammead : Were the vases smashed to smithereens?
Jane : Yes.
Psammead : Add the floor flooded and dictionaries drenched?
Cyril : They were.
Psammead : And the house burned to the ground?
Robert : No.
Psammead : House didn't burn to the ground? I'd say you got off pretty lightly then, all things considered.
Robert : Not so fast, Sand Fairy!
Cyril : You made them ruin the house on purpose, didn't you?
Psammead : Look, it's not me, it's the rules. You make a wish, it goes horribly wrong, and then you learn something valuable.
Robert : That's terrible. I don't need to learn anything!
Psammead : Of course, everything is back to normal by sunset.
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Anthea : Oh my gosh, I've got wings!
Jane : So soft, so white...
Cyril : The little - He must've made a wish! He's out of control. I don't know how I'm gonna cut it. What am I gonna tell Mum? Look at you!
Robert : Cyril!
Cyril : You've done it again. What were you thinking?
Robert : I'm going to France to see Dad!
Cyril : France?
Robert : His letter said he wished he could fly to see us. He can't, but we can fly to him. Come on!
Cyril : Robert, wait!
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Jane : Mummy, I can't believe you're home!
Robert : Mum, we didn't know you were coming!
Jane : Did you get my letter?
Mother : Yes, I did, precious.
Cyril : Something's wrong.
Mother : It's your father.
Robert : Is he here?
Mother : No, Robert. His plane went down behind enemy lines several days ago. He's missing.
Robert : No!
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Cyril : Okay, Sand Fairy, all we wish is for our dad to come home safely, and that's all.
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Robert : [Jane is playing her violin] I knew I should have hid that thing back at home. Oh, no. There must be a wounded cat in the room. Jane, put that thing down and help me look. Here, Kitty, Kitty.
Cyril : Take that back.
Robert : You can't tell me what to do!
Cyril : I can and you jolly well know it.
Robert : I hate it here!
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Psammead : Stay back!
Cyril : [to Robert] You have to stop talking to it. It could be dangerous.
Anthea : I bet it has huge fangs and poisonous saliva.
Robert : It's an ugly little monster.
Psammead : "It"? "It"? "It"? Do you mean to tell me that you do not know what a Psammead is?
Robert : You're a what?
Psammead : I am a Psammead crustacea decapodlium wishasaurus. Got it?
Robert : No.
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Cyril : Three million, four hundred and sixty five thousand, two hundred and twenty two.
Uncle Albert : Say that again.
Cyril : Three million, four hundred and sixty five thousand, two hundred and twenty two.
Uncle Albert : A prime number of the Zeeman series. Toppety-notchety work, Squirrel - Cyril. It's my favorite series, although the Flugelstadt Succession runs it a close second. I'll show you Dr. Flugelstadt's book. He went mad, you know, completely bonkers. Lost his marbles. Fell out of his tree. Oak, I think.
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Martha : What a to-do today turned out to be.
Jane : Oh... It wasn't us. Honestly, it was the sand fairy...
Cyril : Jane!
Martha : Sand fairy, huh?
Jane : Err... No!
Cyril : No. She didn't say "sand fairy", she said... She said...
Anthea : Safari.
Cyril : Safari. Yes.
Anthea : We were pretending to be on safari, and Cyril is an elephant.
Martha : A safari, of course. Well, now, if we all do as I do... we can undo all this to-do before tomorrow. Come along, you lot.
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Cyril : [to Robert] How could it have been worse? You keep getting us into trouble!
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Cyril : [to Robert] What were you thinking?
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Cyril : Look, I think it's Dad. Come on!
