Bastian's Father: I got a call from your math teacher, yesterday. She says that you were drawing horses in your math book.
Bastian: Unicorns. They were unicorns.
Bastian's Father: What?
Bastian: Nothing.
Mr. Koreander: The video arcade is down the street. Here we just sell small rectangular objects. They're called books. They require a little effort on your part, and make no bee-bee-bee-bee-beeps. On your way please.
Atreyu: If you don't tell me, and the Nothing keeps coming, you will die too, both of you!
Morla, the Ancient One: Die? Now that, at least, would be *something*.
Bastian: What is that?
The Childlike Empress: One grain of sand. It is all that remains of my vast empire.
Bastian: Fantasia has totally disappeared?
The Childlike Empress: Yes.
Bastian: Then, everything's been in vain.
The Childlike Empress: No, it hasn't.
Fantasia can arise anew, from your dreams and wishes, Bastian.
Rock Biter: We can't wait for a snail. Can I carry you?
Teeny Weeny: Don't worry, it's a racing snail!
Rock Biter: Oh but, but, we can't even wait for a racing snail.
Teeny Weeny: Tally ho!
Rock Biter: Hey, it really is a racing snail!
Night Hob: Nobody gives a
hoot about me and my stupid bat.
Atreyu: I came here to find the Southern Oracle.
Engywook: Oooh!
Urgl: Here we go again.
Engywook: You've come to the right place my boy. I am somewhat of an expert on the Southern Oracle.
Urgl: [mimicking Engywook] It's my scientific specie-ality.
Engywook: It's
my scientific specie-ality.
Urgl: Why don't you- sit down and be quiet for once?
Engywook: You keep quiet, wench! It's now my turn.
Rock Biter: A delicious-looking limestone rock. Mmm! Mmm! Nice bouquet. Must be a real vintage year.
Night Hob: [laughs nervously] Yes, you're right. Those delicious rocks are the reason we camped here, all right.
Night Hob: [to Teeny Weeny] Is he a nutcase?
Teeny Weeny: No, he's a Rock Biter.
Night Hob: A Rock Biter... A Rock Biter!
Engywook: Get out of my sight, wench, you're disturbing my scientific work!
Urgl: You and your scientific work!
The Southern Oracle: If you want to save our world, you must hurry. We don't know how much longer we can withstand the nothing.