Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971)
Angela Lansbury: Miss Price
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Quotes
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Eglentine Price : Treguna, Mekoides, Trecorum, Satis Dee!
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Eglentine Price : Filigree, apogee, pedigree, perigee!
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Eglentine Price : You must have given us the wrong address! You don't live *here*, do you?
Mr. Browne : In point of fact I do. Temporarily, at any rate. I found the front door open, the house was deserted! Everyone has left the neighborhood.
Eglentine Price : Now why should they do that?
Mr. Browne : This probably has something to do with it.
[shows them a pit with an unexploded shell in it]
Eglentine Price : Merciful heavens! I should think you'd be *terrified* at the very idea of living here!
Mr. Browne : You'd have thought so, wouldn't you? I am by nature a *little* bit of a coward; but then I pondered, as I often do. In the perverse nature of things, this diabolical object is probably the best friend I've ever had. It has enabled me, for the first time in my life, to live like a king. Shall we go in?
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[as all of Miss Price's belongings come alive thanks to a magic incantation]
Miss Price : That's my nightgown.
Mr. Browne : [dancing with it] Is it really, my dear?
Miss Price : Yes, and I'm not responsible for its behaviour.
Mr. Browne : Obviously not, my dear.
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Eglentine Price : I don't believe in giving animals ridiculous names. I call him Cosmic Creepers, because that's the name he came with.
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Charlie Rawlins : [reading a container, disgustedly] Poisoned Dragon's Liver?
Eglentine Price : [repeating matter-of-factly] Poisoned Dragon Liver.
Paul Rawlins : You mean you poison the dragon, or just the liver?
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[Miss Price and the Bookman have both halves of The Spells of Astoroth]
Bookman : I assume you're looking for the same thing I am.
[holds out his right hand]
Bookman : May I?
[they exchange halves]
Bookman : This is... quite a moment for both of us.
[flips through the pages]
Bookman : "Substitutiary Locomotion, the lost... miracle of the ancients." And so on and so forth. Ah! Here we are! "The spell which creates this force is five mystic words. These words are--"
[turns the last page]
Miss Eglantine Price : "Engraved... on the star that was always worn by the sorcerer Astoroth."
Bookman : But where are the words of the spell? I assumed they'd be in *your* half of the manuscript!
Miss Eglantine Price : But I thought they'd be in *yours*!
Bookman : Once again, a dead end.
[slumps back to his desk]
Bookman : I shall never know the secret.
[sinks down into his chair]
Professor Emelius Browne : [points at a picture in the book] Isn't that old Astoroth? And there's his star. It's a pity it's so small you can't read the writing.
Miss Eglantine Price : But why the animals?
Bookman : Towards the end of his life, Astoroth kept animals in cages and searched for the spells that would make them more like humans. The legend is that finally the animals rebelled at the experiment, killed Astoroth and stole many of his powers.
Miss Eglantine Price : Including the star with the spell on it.
Bookman : Possibly. They found a ship, sailed away and were never heard of again. However, there's a final notation in my half of the book saying that in the seventeenth century, a shipwrecked lascar was taken from the sea, half mad with thirst and exposure to the sun. Before he died, he *swore* he had seen an island ruled by animals.
Miss Eglantine Price : [intrigued] Where?
Bookman : [shrugs] There is, I regret to say, no such island. I looked for it on every chart. The Isle of Naboombu does not exist.
Paul Rawlins : Oy, does too! Got me own--
[Charlie clamps his right hand over Paul's mouth, making his words come out muffled]
Bookman : What is he trying to say?
Charles "Charlie" Rawlins : Nothing. When he don't say nothing, he burbles.
Bookman : [points at Paul] I wish the child to speak!
Charles "Charlie" Rawlins : [removes his hand from Paul's mouth] Now you've done it.
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Charlie Rawlins : Hurt your foot, Miss Price?
Miss Price : Oh, just twisted my ankle.
Charlie Rawlins : Sorry to hear that.
Miss Price : Thank you. It's nothing serious.
Charlie Rawlins : Lovely weather for flying last night.
[heavy pause]
Miss Price : Why did you say that, Charles?
Charlie Rawlins : [bringing out her broken broomstick] Game's up, Miss Price. We know what you are.
Miss Price : I see.
[she looks worriedly at Charles]
Charlie Rawlins : Don't worry, Miss Price. No one's gonna peach on you.
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Eglentine Price : [singing] When you rush around in hopeless circles, searching everywhere for something true, you're at the age of not believing, when all the make-believe is through.
Carrie Rawlins : [speaking] That's Charlie, to a 'T'.
Eglentine Price : [still singing] When you set aside your childhood heroes, and your dreams are lost upon a shelf, you're at the age of not believing, and worst of all you doubt yourself.
[speaking; about an apple core]
Eglentine Price : Throw that into the waste basket.
[singing]
Eglentine Price : You're a castaway where no one hears you, on a barren isle in a lonely sea.
Charlie Rawlins : [speaking] What's that supposed to be, poetry?
Eglentine Price : [still singing] Where did all the happy endings go? Where can all the good times be?
[speaking]
Eglentine Price : Everyone on the bed who's going.
[singing]
Eglentine Price : You must face the age of not believing, doubting everything you ever knew. Until at last, you start believing there's something wonderful in you!
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Eglentine Price : The Spell which creates this force is 5 mystic words. These words are...
[pause as Miss Price looks at the book]
Eglentine Price : But the rest of the book is missing.
Mr. Browne : Now you see why I closed down the college.
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[Ms. Price speaks the magic spell for the first time; nothing happens]
Eglentine Price : Am I doing something wrong?
Mr. Browne : Well, to tell you the truth, it does seem a bit old-fashioned. After all, we are in the twentieth century.
Eglentine Price : What do you suggest?
Mr. Browne : Well, it needs rhythm, tempo, music! As I always say: do it with a flair.
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Charlie Rawlins : No fried foods?
Eglentine Price : No.
Charlie Rawlins : How d'you keep your health?
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Eglentine Price : [singing] I don't want locomotiary substitution or remote intransitory convolution; only one precise solution is the key: substitutiary locomotion it must be!
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Charlie Rawlins : Ref, are you blind?
Miss Price : Be quiet, Charles. Don't forget who the referee is.
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Mr. Browne : This good lady is looking for the other half of this book.
Eglentine Price : It's called The Spells of Astoroth.
Portobello Road Book Merchant : I don't keep no torn or damaged books here. What do you think I am, a ruddy waste paper merchant?
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Eglentine Price : Oh, bother! I do hate shoddy work!
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Mr. Browne : [after being transformed into a rabbit a second time] Does one's nose have to twitch like this?
Eglentine Price : [not looking up from the book] Oh, you're back, Mr. Browne.
Mr. Browne : Madam, a word about your tactics - I don't mind so much being turned into a hawk or a tiger, or something with a bit of dash to it, but always a fluffy, white rabbit? It's intolerable!
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Eglentine Price : Technically a witch is always a lady, except when circumstances dictate otherwise.
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[Miss Price sits in her armchair as she opens a letter and reads it]
Professor Emelius Browne : [voice-over] Dear Madame, it *grieves* me to inform you that due to the war, we have been forced to close down our college of witchcraft. This means that we shall not be sending you the final lesson in which you expressed so much interest.
[Miss Price blinks sadly; Carrie, Charlie and Paul stand by on the stairs]
Carrie Rawlins : We were wondering what was keeping you.
Miss Eglantine Price : I've had some very bad news.
Carrie Rawlins : Is there anything we can do?
Miss Eglantine Price : [takes off her glasses] No. No, thank you.
[her eyes widen as she rises up from her armchair]
Miss Eglantine Price : Yes. Yes, there *is* something that *Paul* can do.
Paul Rawlins : Me?
Miss Eglantine Price : Paul, I need the bedknob back. I must get to London immediately.
Paul Rawlins : No! I want to go to the jungle.
Miss Eglantine Price : Oh, I know, but...
Charles "Charlie" Rawlins : Wait a moment.
[approaches Miss Price]
Charles "Charlie" Rawlins : I'll handle this.
Carrie Rawlins : Charlie, be careful.
Charles "Charlie" Rawlins : What you're saying, Miss Price, is you now wish to take the object, which you gave to an innocent child, and get him mixed up in some kind of witch's hanky-panky?
Miss Eglantine Price : Well, yes, in a way, but...
Charles "Charlie" Rawlins : Well, a few odd shillings might fix matters up, as you might say.
[rubs his fingers together]
Miss Eglantine Price : No, Charles. Money has got nothing to do with it, and, as a matter of fact, neither have you. Come with me, Paul.
[Paul follows her to the armchair; she sits down]
Miss Eglantine Price : Now, Paul, ridiculous as it may seem to have to explain this to a six-year-old child, but I *do* need your help.
Paul Rawlins : Go ahead.
Miss Eglantine Price : I was expecting a *very* important spell in the mail from my teacher, Professor Emelius Browne, and it hasn't come.
Paul Rawlins : What's that got to do with my knob?
Miss Eglantine Price : I must go to London immediately and see Professor Browne. With his help, we may be able to bring this war to a successful end. That is why I need the knob. What is your decision?
[Paul looks down at the knob, then turns to Charlie, who shakes his head; Paul hands the knob over to Miss Price]
Miss Eglantine Price : Thank you, Paul.
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[Miss Price flips through the pages of The Spells of Astoroth]
Miss Eglantine Price : Ah, here we are. "Substitutiary Locomotion. The ancient art of--" etcetera. "The spell which creates this force is five mystic words. These words are--"
[turns the last page, but finds nothing; flips back through the pages, then looks at Professor Browne]
Miss Eglantine Price : But the rest of the book is missing!
Professor Emelius Browne : Now you see why I closed down the college.
Miss Eglantine Price : Where are the other pages?
Professor Emelius Browne : [scoffs and shakes his head] Haven't the foggiest.
[leans back against the bookshelf and crosses his arms]
Miss Eglantine Price : [storms over] Listen to me, Mr. Browne!
Professor Emelius Browne : I'm all ears.
Miss Eglantine Price : You *will* be if you don't pay attention. *Where* did you get this *book*?
Professor Emelius Browne : Oh, I bought it from a chap in the street market. Eh, there was a bit of unpleasantness, as a matter of fact. He claimed that I'd given him a dud coin, I ask you. There was a sort of scuffle, then the book tore, he got one half, and I got the other.
Miss Eglantine Price : But where's the other half *now*?
Professor Emelius Browne : Oh, it's probably been thrown away, but if it still exists, there's only one place to find it.
Miss Eglantine Price : Where is that?
