Norman: I like to be alone.
Neil: So do I! Let's do it together!
Neil: So do I! Let's do it together!
Sandra Babcock: Y'know, sometimes people say things that seem mean, but they do it because they're afraid.
Norman: He's my dad. He shouldn't be afraid of me.
Sandra Babcock: He's not afraid OF you, he's afraid FOR you.
Norman: He's my dad. He shouldn't be afraid of me.
Sandra Babcock: He's not afraid OF you, he's afraid FOR you.
Mr. Prenderghast: Swear!
Norman: You mean...like the F-word?
Mr. Prenderghast: I mean promise!
Norman: Okay, okay, I promise…
Norman: You mean...like the F-word?
Mr. Prenderghast: I mean promise!
Norman: Okay, okay, I promise…
Judge Hopkins: Agatha Prenderghast of his Majesty's Province of Massachusetts, on this day you have been arraigned for the horrible crime of witchcraft witnessed by those whose testimonies have been heard. You have, by this court, been found... guilty!
Norman: No!
Judge Hopkins: And it is passed on you, according to your grievous crimes... execution!
Agatha: No!
Judge Hopkins: Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Agatha: I was only playing!
Judge Hopkins: Aye, with fire! You were speaking with the dead! I'll not risk damnation on these good people! You are to be taken to the place of execution, where you will be hanged by the neck until you be dead...
Norman: Wait! No! You can't do this!
Agatha: I didn't do anything wrong! Stop! Leave me alone or I'll make you sorry! I'll make all of you sorry!
Norman: No!
Judge Hopkins: And it is passed on you, according to your grievous crimes... execution!
Agatha: No!
Judge Hopkins: Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Agatha: I was only playing!
Judge Hopkins: Aye, with fire! You were speaking with the dead! I'll not risk damnation on these good people! You are to be taken to the place of execution, where you will be hanged by the neck until you be dead...
Norman: Wait! No! You can't do this!
Agatha: I didn't do anything wrong! Stop! Leave me alone or I'll make you sorry! I'll make all of you sorry!
Norman: Hello?
Agatha: You're not welcome here. Go away.
Norman: Uh... I really need to speak with you.
Agatha: Who are you?
Norman: I'm Norman. Norman Babcock. You don't actually know me, but I know you. We're actually kind of the same, you and I.
Agatha: You're not dead.
Norman: Well, no, apart from that.
Agatha: And you're a boy.
Norman: Well, yes, that too.
Agatha: You're not like me at all.
Norman: Well, I know how you feel?
Agatha: No you don't. You don't know anything about me.
Norman: I know your name is Agatha Prenderghast.
Agatha: What?
Norman: And I know you're probably tired. Right? Because, I mean, it's really late and it's been a long night and we're, like, only eleven years old, and...
Agatha: I don't want to go to sleep. And you can't make me.
Agatha: You're not welcome here. Go away.
Norman: Uh... I really need to speak with you.
Agatha: Who are you?
Norman: I'm Norman. Norman Babcock. You don't actually know me, but I know you. We're actually kind of the same, you and I.
Agatha: You're not dead.
Norman: Well, no, apart from that.
Agatha: And you're a boy.
Norman: Well, yes, that too.
Agatha: You're not like me at all.
Norman: Well, I know how you feel?
Agatha: No you don't. You don't know anything about me.
Norman: I know your name is Agatha Prenderghast.
Agatha: What?
Norman: And I know you're probably tired. Right? Because, I mean, it's really late and it's been a long night and we're, like, only eleven years old, and...
Agatha: I don't want to go to sleep. And you can't make me.
Agatha: I burnt the book into dust. Now I don't have to listen to that stupid story anymore! Leave me alone.
Norman: No. No, I'm not leaving. Just listen to me! Uhh... Once upon a time, long ago, there was a little girl.
Agatha: What?
Norman: A— a little girl who was different... Who was different from the other people in her village.
Agatha: I'm not listening! La la la la la…
Norman: She could see and— and do things that no one could understand! And that made them scared of her!
Agatha: I don't like this story!
Norman: She turned away from everyone and became sad and lonely, and had no one to turn to!
Agatha: STOP IT.
Norman: The more she turned away from people, the more scared they were of her. And they did something terrible! They became so scared that they took her away and they killed her!
Agatha: NO.
Norman: And even— and even though she was dead, something in her came back!
Agatha: STOP.
Norman: And this part of her wouldn't go away, even after three hundred years!
Agatha: SHUT UP.
Norman: And the longer it stayed, the less there was of the little girl.
Agatha: I'll make you suffer!
Norman: Why?
Agatha: (searching for an answer) Because... Because…
Norman: Because you want everyone to hurt just as much as you are. So whenever you wake up, you play this mean game, but you don't play fair!
Agatha: They hurt me!
Norman: So you hurt them back?
Agatha: I wanted everyone to see how rotten they were!
Norman: You're just like them, Agatha!
Agatha: No, I'm not!
Norman: You're a bully.
Agatha: No, I'm not!
Norman: They did something awful, but that doesn't mean you should too! All that's left of you now is mean and horrible!
Agatha: That's not true!
Norman: Then stop. This is wrong and you know it! You've spent so long remembering the bad people that you've forgotten the good ones. There must have been someone who loved you and cared for you. You don't remember them?
Agatha: Leave me alone!
Norman: But you're not alone! You have to remember!
Agatha: Keep away from me!
Norman: REMEMBER!
Norman: No. No, I'm not leaving. Just listen to me! Uhh... Once upon a time, long ago, there was a little girl.
Agatha: What?
Norman: A— a little girl who was different... Who was different from the other people in her village.
Agatha: I'm not listening! La la la la la…
Norman: She could see and— and do things that no one could understand! And that made them scared of her!
Agatha: I don't like this story!
Norman: She turned away from everyone and became sad and lonely, and had no one to turn to!
Agatha: STOP IT.
Norman: The more she turned away from people, the more scared they were of her. And they did something terrible! They became so scared that they took her away and they killed her!
Agatha: NO.
Norman: And even— and even though she was dead, something in her came back!
Agatha: STOP.
Norman: And this part of her wouldn't go away, even after three hundred years!
Agatha: SHUT UP.
Norman: And the longer it stayed, the less there was of the little girl.
Agatha: I'll make you suffer!
Norman: Why?
Agatha: (searching for an answer) Because... Because…
Norman: Because you want everyone to hurt just as much as you are. So whenever you wake up, you play this mean game, but you don't play fair!
Agatha: They hurt me!
Norman: So you hurt them back?
Agatha: I wanted everyone to see how rotten they were!
Norman: You're just like them, Agatha!
Agatha: No, I'm not!
Norman: You're a bully.
Agatha: No, I'm not!
Norman: They did something awful, but that doesn't mean you should too! All that's left of you now is mean and horrible!
Agatha: That's not true!
Norman: Then stop. This is wrong and you know it! You've spent so long remembering the bad people that you've forgotten the good ones. There must have been someone who loved you and cared for you. You don't remember them?
Agatha: Leave me alone!
Norman: But you're not alone! You have to remember!
Agatha: Keep away from me!
Norman: REMEMBER!
Agatha: Aggie... My name was Aggie... I— I remember... My mommy brought me here once. We sat under the tree and she told me stories. They all had happy endings. Then those horrible men came and took me away and I never saw her again!
Norman: Sometimes when people get scared, they say and do terrible things. I think you got so scared that you forgot who you are. But I don't think you're a witch. Not really.
Agatha: You don't?
Norman: I think you're just a little kid with a really special gift who only ever wanted people to understand her. So we're not all that different at all.
Agatha: But what about the people who hurt you? Don't you ever want to make them suffer?
Norman: Well, yeah, but what good would that do? You think just because there's bad people that there's no good ones either? I thought the same thing for a while. But there's always someone out there for you. Somewhere.
Agatha: I just want my mommy.
Norman: I'm sorry, Aggie. She's gone.
Agatha: That story you were telling. How does it end?
Norman: I think that's up to you.
Agatha: Is this where they buried me?
Norman: It's a pretty good place to sleep. Then you can be with your mom again. Sleep tight.
Norman: Sometimes when people get scared, they say and do terrible things. I think you got so scared that you forgot who you are. But I don't think you're a witch. Not really.
Agatha: You don't?
Norman: I think you're just a little kid with a really special gift who only ever wanted people to understand her. So we're not all that different at all.
Agatha: But what about the people who hurt you? Don't you ever want to make them suffer?
Norman: Well, yeah, but what good would that do? You think just because there's bad people that there's no good ones either? I thought the same thing for a while. But there's always someone out there for you. Somewhere.
Agatha: I just want my mommy.
Norman: I'm sorry, Aggie. She's gone.
Agatha: That story you were telling. How does it end?
Norman: I think that's up to you.
Agatha: Is this where they buried me?
Norman: It's a pretty good place to sleep. Then you can be with your mom again. Sleep tight.
