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:
[
warning Judy and Peter about how much more complicated the Jumanji game is than they thought it to be] 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.
Judy Shepherd:
What happened to you? You shave with a piece of glass?
Alan Parrish:
What happened to you? The Clampett's have a yard sale? What do you want I never shaved before.
Judy Shepherd:
Don't be fooled it isn't thunder, staying put would be a blunder.
Young Sarah:
At night they fly, you better run. These winged things are not much fun.
Gun salesman:
[
to Van Pelt, who is purchasing a new gun] You're not a postal worker, are you?
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.
Peter Shepherd:
This will not be an easy mission - monkeys slow the expedition.
Peter Shepherd:
[
in horror] Judy!
Judy Shepherd:
What?
Sarah Whittle:
What happened?
Peter Shepherd:
I thought I could end the game myself. I was only ten spaces away.
Judy Shepherd:
[
reading the sign on the board] 'A law of Jumanji having been broken, you will slip back even more than your token'.
Sarah Whittle:
You tried to cheat?
Peter Shepherd:
No, I tried to drop the dice so they'd land on twelve.
Sarah Whittle:
Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating.
Judy Shepherd:
[
in terror] Peter, your hands! Look at your hands!
[
Peter sees that he is growing monkey fur on his hands as a punishment for cheating]
Peter Shepherd:
Need a hand? Well, you just wait. We'll help you out. We each have eight.
Judy Shepherd:
There is a lesson you will learn: sometimes you must go back a turn.
Alan Parrish:
Beware of the ground for which you stand, the floor is quicker than the sand.
Sarah Whittle:
You're almost there with much at stake, but now the ground begins to quake...
Sarah Whittle:
I thought I lost you again.
Alan Parrish:
Thanks for sticking around this time.
Sarah Whittle:
[
about Van Pelt] 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 that you were sucked into a board game.
Sarah Whittle:
You just saw three monkeys go by on a motorcycle, didn't you?
Judy Shepherd:
Yeah.
Sarah Whittle:
Good girl.
Sarah Whittle:
Well, a little rain never hurt anybody!
Alan Parrish:
Yeah, but a lot can kill you! Come on!
Alan Parrish:
[
while being sunk in the wooden floor as quicksand] Stop giving me things that come apart!
Judy Shepherd:
Alan, are you ready?
Alan Parrish:
There is no "ready".
Sarah Whittle:
They grow much faster than bamboo. Take care or they'll come after you.
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.
Aunt Nora:
Peter, take this suitcase up to the attic, then we can all have ice cream.
[
mumbles to herself]
Aunt Nora:
And bourbon.
[
after Alan jumps onto Carl's cruiser]
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:
[
to himself] 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:
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:
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 for fun]
Sarah Whittle:
[
loses it] 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.
[
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."
Judy Shepherd:
A tiny bite can make you itch, make you sneeze, make you twitch.
Peter Shepherd:
"His fangs are sharp. He likes your taste. Your party better move poste haste."
Judy Shepherd:
I don't like the sound of that.
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.
Hunter Van Pelt:
[
to Alan] You miserable coward! Come back and face me like a man!
Sarah Whittle:
Every month at the quarter moon, there'll be a monsoon, in your lagoon.
Exterminator:
Bats aren't what I worry about in this house anyway.
Judy Shepherd:
What would you worry about?
Exterminator:
Well, personally, I wouldn't want to live in a house where someone was murdered.
Judy Shepherd:
Murdered?
Exterminator:
Yep, little Alan Parrish. I'd say his father did it. There's 1,001 places he could've hid the body in this house - especially if he chopped it up first.
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.
Alan Parrish:
It's me! It's me, Alan, Mom and Dad! I'm home! I'm back!
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.
Jim Shepherd:
Martha and I were planning to take a skiing holiday in the Canadian Rockies...
Alan Parrish, Sarah Whittle:
[
shouting] No!
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:
Don't worry. I've done this before. Once.
Judy Shepherd:
[
tries to roll the dice, but the game board doesn't recognize it] 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 because he got doubles. Now it's my turn again.
Alan Parrish:
No, look. Two of these pieces are yours, right? What about 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 going to 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.
Alan Parrish, 1969:
Oh, no. The game thinks I rolled.
Young Sarah:
What do you mean "the game thinks"?
Sarah Whittle:
You might've told us there was a man in there with a rifle that hunts people.
Alan Parrish:
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, 1969:
[
angry] I guess I'm not ready for Cliffside then!
Samuel Alan Parrish:
[
at the door, shouts] We're taking you there next Sunday! And I don't want to hear another word about it!
Alan Parrish, 1969:
You won't! I'm never talking to you again!
[
Sam slams the door behind him as Alan tears up the brochure in anger]
[
after hearing thumping noises]
Judy Shepherd:
I'm going to Motel Six!
Aunt Nora:
Oh, for heaven's sake!
Judy Shepherd:
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:
Sarah and I would like to get out of the floor, so it's your turn, Peter.
Gun salesman:
[
Van Pelt hands an empty elephant gun shell to the gun store salesman] You know they stopped making these in 1903...?
Hunter Van Pelt:
Damn. I'll be needing a replacement weapon.
Alan Parrish:
[
a pelican has grabbed the game] WHY DIDN'T YOU GRAB THE GAME, PETER?
[
chases after pelican]
Sarah Whittle:
[
to dejected Peter] Just ignore him, honey; he's a Libra.
Judy Shepherd:
Our parents are dead too. They were in the middle east negotiating peace when-
[
Gets nudged by Peter]
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.
Hunter Van Pelt:
Not good enough Sonny Jim! I'm coming, ready or not...
[
1869, Benjamin and Caleb are burying a chest]
Benjamin:
What if someone digs it up?
Caleb:
[
dramatically] May God have mercy on his soul.
Billy Jessup the Bully:
Just because you're a Parrish doesn't mean you can hang around with my girlfriend.
Alan Parrish, 1969:
We're just friends.
Billy Jessup the Bully:
[
chuckles] Not anymore.
Aunt Nora:
Now, let's try to relax, finish our dinner, and talk about something else.
Judy Shepherd:
Well, we found out why you got this house so cheap. 26 years ago, a kid named Alan Parrish used to live here. Then one day, he just disappeared, because his parents chopped him up in little pieces and hid him in the walls.
Aunt Nora:
Okay, that's it. I am sick and tired of your lies, young lady. You're grounded.
Judy Shepherd:
[
leaves] Fine, there's nowhere to go in this stupid town, anyway. And just for your information, that wasn't a lie.
Judy Shepherd:
Did you hear anything a little while ago?
[
Peter shakes his head]
Peter Shepherd:
[
finally speaks] Do you miss mom and dad?
Judy Shepherd:
No.
Peter Shepherd:
Liar. If you don't cut that out, they're gonna send you to a shrink.
Judy Shepherd:
Where do you think they're gonna send you if you don't start talking?
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.
[
after a big vine has swiped Carl's car]
Carl:
Fine! Take it!
[
Alan and Sarah have finished the game. Sam reenters the house]
Samuel Alan Parrish:
Forgot my speech notes.
[
Alan runs up to Sam and hugs him]
Alan Parrish, 1969:
I'm so glad you're back.
Samuel Alan Parrish:
I've only been gone 5 minutes.
Alan Parrish, 1969:
[
crying] It seems like a lot longer for me.
Samuel Alan Parrish:
I thought you told me you were never going to talk to me again.
Alan Parrish, 1969:
Whatever I said, Dad, I'm sorry.
[
They hug again]
Samuel Alan Parrish:
Oh, Alan, I was angry, OK? And I'm sorry, too. Look, you don't have to go to Cliffside if you don't want to. Let's talk it over tomorrow. Man to man.
Alan Parrish, 1969:
How about father to son?
Hunter Van Pelt:
[
leveling his gun at Alan] End of the line, Sonny Jim. Game's up.
[
Sarah runs into the room]
Hunter Van Pelt:
Start running.
Alan Parrish:
[
pause] 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:
[
lowering the gun; chuckling] Good lad. You're finally acting like a man.
[
again leveling his gun]
Hunter Van Pelt:
Any last words?
[
Alan looks down and notices his game piece moving to the end of the board, after which the word "Jumanji" appears]
Alan Parrish:
[
quietly] Jumanji.
Hunter Van Pelt:
Huh?
Alan Parrish:
[
slightly louder] Jumanji.
[
Van Pelt cocks his gun... ]
Carl:
I should've been a fireman!
[
Judy has told him there is a lion in her aunt's bedroom and she will be home soon]
Alan Parrish:
Well, won't she be surprised. I hope she's not allergic to cats.
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