Isabelle: Now, since I just saved your life, how about letting me see your covert lair?
Isabelle: This is marvelous. I feel just like Jean Valjean.
Isabelle: Oh, this is superlative!
Mama Jeanne: What's going on, Isabelle?
Isabelle: Oh, well, it's a terribly long story filled with circumlocutions.
Station Inspector: Those are lovely posies, those.
Lisette: Thank you. Yes, they're from Gourdon. They come in on the overnight train, so they're very fresh.
Station Inspector: Ah, Gourdon. Splendid country, that. Robust. The weather - the cows and such mooing. Perfectly formed udders. Are they - are they - are they smelly?
Isabelle: [reading from "The Invention of Dreams"] "The filmmaker Georges Méliès was one of the first to realize that - films had the power - to capture dreams."
Station Inspector: You bloated buffoon!
Hugo Cabret: Everything has a purpose, even machines. Clocks tell the time and trains take you places. They do what they're meant to do.
Isabelle: I wonder what my purpose is? I don't know.
Mama Jeanne: He's so fragile now. It only hurts him to remember the past.
Isabelle: You were an actress, a real cinema actress! It's impossibly romantic, Mama.
Mama Jeanne: It wasn't like that. We weren't movie stars like they have today. But we did have fun.
Georges Méliès: I would recognize the sound of a movie projector anywhere.
Rene Tabard: Yes, you can start with the thaumatrope, the zoetrope, the praxinoscope.
