Jumanji (1995)

Robin Williams: Alan Parrish

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• Alan Parrish : What, are you crying? You don't cry, all right? You keep your chin up. Come on, keep your chin up. Crying never helped anybody do anything, okay? You have a problem, you face it like a man.

  [Peter continues to cry and Alan realizes what he just said] 

  Alan Parrish : Hey, hey, I'm sorry, okay? Twenty-six years buried in the deepest darkest jungle, and I still became my father.

• Alan Parrish : Twenty-six years ago, you played a game with a little boy down the street. A game with drums.

  Sarah Whittle : How do you know that?

  Alan Parrish : I was that little boy, Sarah.

  Sarah Whittle : [hushed]  Alan...

  [she falls over in a faint] 

  Peter Shepherd : [to Alan]  You killed her.

• Alan Parrish : [warning Judy and Peter]  You think that mosquitos, monkeys, and lions are bad? That is just the beginning. I've seen things you've only seen in your nightmares. Things you can't even imagine. Things you can't even see. There are things that hunt you in the night. Then something screams. Then you hear them eating, and you hope to God that you're not dessert. Afraid? You don't even know what afraid is. You would not last five minutes without me.

• Alan Parrish : [in terror]  "A hunter from the darkest wild / Makes you feel just like a child."

  Sarah Whittle : What is it?

  Alan Parrish : Van Pelt.

• Sarah Whittle : [reads]  "Every month at the quarter moon / There'll be a monsoon in your lagoon."

  [Thunderclouds appear and open up] 

  Sarah Whittle : Well, a little rain never hurt anybody.

  Alan Parrish : Yeah, but a lot can kill you!

• Hunter Van Pelt : [leveling his gun at Alan]  End of the line, Sonny Jim. Game's up. Start running.

  Alan Parrish : [as Sarah runs into the room]  No...

  Hunter Van Pelt : Aren't you afraid?

  Alan Parrish : I'm terrified. But my father says you should always face what you're afraid of.

  Hunter Van Pelt : [chuckles]  Good lad. You're finally acting like a man.

  [aims his gun at Alan] 

  Hunter Van Pelt : Any last words?

  Alan Parrish : [Alan looks down and notices his game piece moving to the end of the board, after which the word "Jumanji" appears, reads it quietly]  Jumanji.

  Hunter Van Pelt : Eh?

  Alan Parrish : [slightly louder]  Jumanji.

  [Van Pelt cocks his gun] 

  Sarah Whittle : [runs to shield Alan]  NO, ALAN! NO!

• Alan Parrish : [stuck in quicksand]  Stop giving me things that come apart!

• Sarah Whittle : Alan, please, last time I played this game, it ruined my life.

  Alan Parrish : [laughs]  It ruined your life? "In the jungle, you must wait 'til the dice read five or eight."

  Sarah Whittle : I was a little girl, Alan. You disappeared, and a bunch of bats surrounded me and chased me down the street. I was afraid. I'm sorry, Alan. No one believed me. I was all alone.

  Alan Parrish : So was I. For 26 years, Sarah.

• Alan Parrish : So, when can you start?

  Jim Shepherd : Well, actually, Martha and I were thinking of taking a little skiing holiday in the Canadian Rockies.

  Alan Parrish , Sarah Whittle : No!

  [all is silent for a brief second] 

  Alan Parrish : Sorry. We just...

  Sarah Whittle : ...need you to get that marketing done on the new line, pronto.

  Jim Shepherd : No problem. No problem. You know, I can probably start next week.

• Judy Shepherd : [reads]  "Don't be fooled, it isn't thunder / Staying put would be a blunder."

  [Judy looks at Peter, confused. Peter feels a vibration and looks towards the bookcase. Alan and Sarah continue arguing until they feel the same vibration] 

  Alan Parrish : You hear that? Listen.

  [walks towards the bookcase, where books start falling] 

  Alan Parrish : Run! IT'S A STAMPEDE!

  [Judy, Peter, and Sarah run out of the library] 

  Alan Parrish : The game!

  [grabs the game and runs screaming just as a stampede breaks through the bookcase] 

• Judy Shepherd : What happened to you? You shave with a piece of glass?

  Alan Parrish : What happened to you? The Clampetts have a yard sale? What do you want? I never shaved before.

• Alan Parrish : Do you know what happened to this shoe factory?

  Shoe Factory Bum : Yeah, it folded up, like everything else in this town. It's pretty cold out there. How about some coffee?

  Alan Parrish : Why would they close Parrish Shoes?

  Shoe Factory Bum : Well, when his kid ran away, Sam put everything he had to find him - his time, his money, everything. After a while, he stopped coming to work. He just quit caring. I don't think anybody loved his boy more than Sam did.

• Alan Parrish : [reads]  "Beware of the ground for which you stand / The floor is quicker than the sand."

  [suddenly sinks into quicksand] 

• Alan Parrish : Play the game, Sarah.

  Sarah Whittle : [whispering]  Oh, no, no, no.

  Alan Parrish : All right. Just give me the dice, and you can go home. You don't have to play.

  Sarah Whittle : Oh, thank you.

  [Sarah gives Alan the dice but moves his hand making Sarah roll as Alan laughs; Sarah loses it] 

  Sarah Whittle : Oh, my god! How could you do that?

  Alan Parrish : It's the law of the jungle, Sarah. You'll get used to it.

  Sarah Whittle : And I think of all the energy, I spent visualizing you as a radiant spirit.

• Judy Shepherd : [about to continue the game]  Ready?

  Peter Shepherd : Yeah.

  Judy Shepherd : Alan, ready?

  Alan Parrish : There is no "ready."

  [Judy roles the dice. Her game piece doesn't move] 

  Judy Shepherd : I'll try it again.

  [rolls the dice again. Nothing happens] 

  Judy Shepherd : Alan, it's not working.

  Alan Parrish : [inspects the game board]  Oh, no. It's not your turn.

  Judy Shepherd : Yeah. I rolled first, and then Peter twice 'cause he got doubles, and now it's my turn again.

  Alan Parrish : No, look. Two of those pieces are yours, right? Whose are the other pieces?

  [spots his old game piece] 

  Alan Parrish : The elephant was mine. You're playing the game I started in 1969. I'm gonna have to play.

  [Judy offers the dice to him] 

  Alan Parrish : It's not my turn.

  Judy Shepherd : Whose turn is it?

  Alan Parrish : Sarah Whittle.

• Sarah Whittle : [reads]  'They grow much faster than bamboo / Take care or they'll come after you'.

  [Jungle plants start to grow] 

  Alan Parrish : Oh, great...

  Sarah Whittle : [whimpers]  Oh, God, tell me this isn't happening!

  Alan Parrish : Oh, it is.

  [Alan, Sarah, Peter, and Jud huddle close to each other in the middle of the room] 

  Alan Parrish : Stay away from the walls; don't touch anything. No quick movements.

• [Alan is about to play a turn on the game, and he suddenly cracks up a joke] 

  Alan Parrish : Okay, it's my turn. I got it! "Colonel Mustard in the Library with a wrench."

  [chuckles] 

  Alan Parrish : "Clue."

• Sarah Whittle : [after Alan got chased by Van Pelt]  What is the deal with you and this guy?

  Alan Parrish : He's a hunter. He kills things, that's what he does. And right now, he wants to hunt me and kill me, okay?

  Sarah Whittle : Why you?

  Alan Parrish : Why me? I don't know. Everything about me he finds offensive. You'd think it'd be a waste of his time. Maybe he needs something for his wall, you know, a Parrish - something to go between penguin and partridge.

  Sarah Whittle : Well, have you ever thought about just sitting down and talking about your differences?

  Alan Parrish : What, are you crazy? The man has a gun!

  Sarah Whittle : Don't ever call me crazy, Alan! EVER! Because everyone in this town has called me crazy ever since I told the cops you were sucked into a board game.

• Sarah Whittle : You might've told us there was a man in there with a rifle that hunts people.

  Alan Parrish : [exasperatingly sarcastic]  Well, I didn't know, okay? It's just the roll of the dice!

  Judy Shepherd : [sarcastically]  Is he the reason you didn't wanna play?

  Sarah Whittle : [scoffs]  You didn't want to play either, Mr. We-Started-Something-26-Years-Ago-And-Now-We've-Gotta-Finish-It?

• Alan Parrish : Listen, Carl. I know it doesn't mean much after twenty-six years. But I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

  Carl : Sorry for what?

  Alan Parrish : It's me, Alan.

• Sarah Whittle : I have spent over 2,000 hours in therapy convincing myself that that doesn't exist. See, what happened to you was so awful I made up that whole thing.

  Alan Parrish : Sarah, it was awful. It was awful. It was awful, it really was. But it was real. Real.

  Sarah Whittle : No, no, no, it wasn't real, Alan. Your father murdered you and he chopped you up into little pieces.

  Alan Parrish : Sarah, come on! My dad did that? My father could barely hug me, let alone cut me into little pieces.

• Sarah Whittle : Alan, you wrestled an alligator for me.

  Alan Parrish : It was a crocodile. Alligators don't have that little fringe on their hind leg.

  Sarah Whittle : My mistake.

• Sarah Whittle : I thought I lost you again.

  Alan Parrish : Thanks for sticking around this time.

• Alan Parrish : Where's Sir Sav-A-Lot?

  Carl : Monroe and Elm!

  Alan Parrish : The Episcopal Church.

  Carl : No, it's not a church anymore. Now it's a Speedy Burger. Or at least it was. I don't know what's left of it. People in this town are goin' loopy.

• Carl : [Alan jumps onto his cruiser]  Get down of my car, please. And get up on the sidewalk.

  Alan Parrish : What year is it?

  Carl : It was brand new.

  Alan Parrish : No. What *year* is it?

  Judy Shepherd : Uh, 1995, remember?

  Alan Parrish : [in shock]  '95?

  Carl : You got some ID? Oh, let me guess, you probably left it in your other Tarzan outfit, right?

  Alan Parrish : 26 years!

  Carl : Are you from around here?

  Alan Parrish : I was! But I've been in Jumanji.

  Judy Shepherd : Indonesia. He was in the Peace Corps.

  Alan Parrish : [reads Carl's nametag]  Bently.

  [Carl walks over to Judy and Peter] 

  Alan Parrish : Carl Bently, the Soleman!

  Carl : Is this man related to you?

  Judy Shepherd : Yes, sir. He's our uncle.

  Carl : Does he always dress like that?

  Judy Shepherd : Well, yeah, he's a vegetarian.

  [monkeys enter Carl's car] 

  Alan Parrish : Get out of there!

  [makes monkey sounds] 

  Alan Parrish : Monkeys! Monkeys.

  Carl : [points at his temple]  Is he all right upstairs?

  Judy Shepherd : Uh, he suffered a head injury a few months ago.

  [Alan continues to make monkey sounds to force the monkeys out of Carl's car, only for the monkeys to fire Carl's rifle and drive off] 

  Carl : Hey! Hey! What the... What? Don't you move!

  [runs after his car] 

  Carl : Freeze! Hey!

  Alan Parrish : "Don't move. Don't move."

  [runs off] 

  Judy Shepherd : Hey, wait a minute! Where are you going?

  Alan Parrish : To find my parents!

  Judy Shepherd : [to Peter]  Come on.

  [Judy and Peter follow Alan] 

• Sarah Whittle : [Alan grabs her]  Oh, get your hands off me!

  Alan Parrish : The game is not over yet, Sarah!

  Sarah Whittle : Well, it is for me! You are not in the jungle anymore. Stop this, you don't treat people like this!

• Alan Parrish : Sarah and I would like to get out of the floor, so it's your turn, Peter.

• Alan Parrish : [a pelican has grabbed the game]  WHY DIDN'T YOU GRAB THE GAME, PETER?

  [chases after pelican] 

  Sarah Whittle : [to a dejected Peter]  Just ignore him, honey, he's a Libra.

  Sarah Whittle : [calls to Alan]  WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

  Alan Parrish : He'll head for water!

• Sarah Whittle : [reads]  "You're almost there with much at stake / But now the ground begins to quake."

  [rumbling begins to occur scaring away the spiders as they were about to harm Sarah and Alan] 

  Alan Parrish : Our only chance is if we finish the game!

  Sarah Whittle : It's your turn...

  [Sarah panics as the ground quakes splitting up the house but also freeing Alan and Sarah from the floorboards] 

  Sarah Whittle , Alan Parrish : OH, MY GOD!

  [as the house continues to split, the Jumanji game tips over from the broken floorboard] 

  Alan Parrish : GET THE GAME! THE GAME!

  Sarah Whittle : No, I won't let you go!

  [the game falls landing on the edge of another broken floorboard from below, Alan holds on for his life until he falls but grabs onto a vine attached from the ceiling] 

  Sarah Whittle : ALAN!

• Judy Shepherd : [standing by Alan's parents' graves]  Our parents are dead, too. They were in the Middle East negotiating peace when...

  [Peter nudges her] 

  Peter Shepherd : Our dad was in advertising.

  Alan Parrish : I bet you miss him, huh?

  [Peter nods] 

  Alan Parrish : Me too.

  [puts his Jumanji hat on the grave and walks away, distressed] 

  Judy Shepherd : There he goes again. Listen, I know you're upset and all, but I kind of feel we should finish the game.

  Alan Parrish : We? Why do you need me?

  Judy Shepherd : Well, just in case any scary stuff comes out. Plus, there's a lion in my aunt's bedroom. What am I supposed to do about that?

  Alan Parrish : What do I look like, a Ringling Brother?

  Judy Shepherd : But she'll be home soon!

  Alan Parrish : Won't she be surprised! I hope she's not allergic to cats.

• Alan Parrish : [Closes the bathroom door, getting ready to cut his hair, shave, and put cleaned dressed clothes on]  Oh, thank you. No more banana leaves.

• Alan Parrish : Don't worry. I've done this before. Once.

• Sarah Whittle : [whispers]  I knew this was going to be a bad day.

  Alan Parrish : [holds her hand]  Hey, come on, you'll be fine. We just have to keep our heads. Roll with the punches.

• Alan Parrish : It's me! It's me, Alan, Mom and Dad! I'm home! I'm back!

• [Alan has been arrested by Carl] 

  Carl "Sole Man" Bentley : What is this about? I know you know.

  Alan Parrish : Yes, I do, but you wouldn't believe me even if I told you, Carl.

  Carl "Sole Man" Bentley : Wait a minute, wait a minute, how do you know my name is Carl?

  Alan Parrish : I know a lot more than that. I know you used to work on the stamping line at Parrish Shoes. They used to call you "Sole Man."

  Carl "Sole Man" Bentley : Ha! Sole Man. Yeah, that's right. I was in there too, man, till Old Man Parrish fired me.

  Alan Parrish : He fired you?

  Carl "Sole Man" Bentley : Yeah, man. And I had something that could've turned this whole town around.

  Alan Parrish : Your shoes.

  Carl "Sole Man" Bentley : [confused]  Right.

  Alan Parrish : Listen, Carl. I know it doesn't mean much after 26 years, but I'm sorry.

  [looks in the rear view mirror] 

  Alan Parrish : I'm sorry.

  Carl "Sole Man" Bentley : [looks at Alan's reflection]  Sorry for what?

  Alan Parrish : [nods his head]  It's me, Alan.

  [Carl slams on the brakes; the car screeches to a stop] 

• Alan Parrish : [Whispers]  Oh, thank you.

  [Closes door and gets ready to cut his long hair, shave, and put on clothes] 

  Alan Parrish : No more banana leaves.

• Alan Parrish : My dad used to make shoes here. They were the best shoes in New England.

  [sees a shadowy figure smoking a pipe in his dad's upstairs office and gasps] 

  Alan Parrish : Hey!

  [bolts past Judy and Peter, up the stairs and into the office; a towering, bearded bum looks at him] 

  Alan Parrish : Sorry.

  [a dog growls at Alan and stands up on its mattress] 

  Shoe Factory Bum : Easy, girl.

  [the dog stays] 

  Alan Parrish : Do you know what happened to this shoe factory?

  Shoe Factory Bum : Yeah, folded up... like everything else in this town. It's, uh, pretty cold out there. How about some coffee?

  [Judy and Peter enter the office] 

  Alan Parrish : Why would they close Parrish Shoes?

  Shoe Factory Bum : When his kid ran away, Sam put everything he had into trying to find him. His time, his money, everything.

  [Alan looks heartbroken] 

  Shoe Factory Bum : After a while, he stopped coming to work. He just quit caring. Ah, I don't think anybody loved his boy more than Sam did. Here.

  [puts down his mug and hands Alan a coat and pants] 

  Shoe Factory Bum : You're gonna freeze out there.

  Alan Parrish : [takes the clothes]  Thank you. Are the Parrishes still around?

  Shoe Factory Bum : I see 'em now and then.

  Alan Parrish : [delighted]  Yeah?

  Shoe Factory Bum : They're over on Adams Street.

  [Alan's smile fades] 

• Alan Parrish : My dad used to make shoes here. They were the best shoes in New England.