Coraline Jones: He's not drunk, Mom, he's just eccentric.
Cat: You probably think this world is a dream come true. But you're wrong. The other Wybie told me so.
Coraline Jones: That's nonsense. He can't talk.
Cat: Perhaps not to you. We cats, however, have far superior senses than humans, and can see and smell and... Shh! I hear something. Right over...
[meows and runs off]
Mother: Coraline, why don't you visit downstairs? I bet those actresses would love to hear your dream.
Coraline Jones: Miss Spink and Forcible? But you said they're dingbats!
Mother: [smiling] Mm-hm.
Toy #2: I wanna hug yo' face!
Coraline Jones: I want to be with my real Mom and Dad. I want you to let me go!
Other Mother: Is that any way to talk to your Mother?
Coraline Jones: You aren't my Mother.
Other Mother: Apologize at once, Coraline!
Coraline Jones: No!
Mr. Bobinsky: I am the Amazing Bobinsky! But you- call me Mr. B. Because, amazing, I already know that I am.
[last lines]
Coraline Jones: Welcome, Miss Lovat!
Wybie's Grandmother: Oh, hello.
Coraline Jones: I'm Coraline Jones. I've got so much to tell you.
Tall Ghost Girl: Hush, and shush, for the beldam might be listening.
Other Mother: Black is traditional.
Other Mother: They say even the proudest spirit can be broken... with love.
Coraline Jones: [Coraline and the imaginary friend version of Wybie are at the exit to the door, escaping the Other Mother] Come ON!... She'll just hurt you again!
[Imaginary Wybie looks up at Coraline forlornly, takes off one of his gloves, revealing that he is just made of sawdust and that he won't survive in Coraline's world]
Coraline Jones: [while exploring the house, Coraline finds a painting of a boy in a blue suit crying next to some spilled ice cream; coincidentally the boy looks just like the Ghost Boy seen later on in the film] One boring blue boy, in a painfully-boring painting... three boring windows... and no more doors.
Other Mother: You know that I love you.
Coraline Jones: You...
[hesitates, braces herself]
Coraline Jones: ...have a really funny way of showing it.
Mr. Bobinsky: Have beet, make you strong.
Other Father: So sharp, you won't feel a thing...
Other Mother: You know, you could stay forever, if you want to. There's one tiny thing we have to do first...
Coraline Jones: [shouting to Wybie] Crazy? You're the jerk wad that gave me the doll!
Other Mother: Maybe they got bored with you and moved to France.
Cat: I don't like rats at the best of times, but this one was sounding an alarm.
