Turtle Diary (1985)
William Snow: What if this turtle freak were to seriously propose a turtle theft to the keeper?
Harriet Sims: Have you ever been married?
William Snow: I must have been, I had two daughters. They were little once, they used to sit on my lap.
Harriet Sims: Were you a good father?
William Snow: They thought so, but they were only children at the time.
Assistant Keeper: Hello, George. What have you got there?
George Fairbairn: Turtles.
Assistant Keeper: Oh yeah, what are you gonna do with 'em?
George Fairbairn: Give 'em a holiday, they need it.
George Fairbairn: It's not every day I send my turtles out into the world, you know. Something of an occasion!
Neaera Duncan: These turtles... how long have they been here?
George Fairbairn: The big ones? The big ones have been here for thirty years.
Neaera Duncan: That's a very long time.
George Fairbairn: It is.
Neaera Duncan: Are they happy?
George Fairbairn: Happy? No, I shouldn't think they're all that happy. Born for the ocean, you see.
Neaera Duncan: Yes...
George Fairbairn: I've been telling them for years to let the big ones go. Put 'em in the sea.
Mrs. Charlie Inchcliff: Why's everyone lying on the floor?
Mr. Sandor: We have collision. Now we tumble.
William Snow: Tell me, suppose some turtle freak decided to steal these turtles, what would he need for the job?
George Fairbairn: What would he want to do with them after he'd stolen them?
William Snow: Put them back in the sea?
George Fairbairn: Oh, well... He'd need a trolley to get them out of here, crates to put 'em in, and a van to take them down to the ocean.
William Snow: Wouldn't they dry out on the trip?
George Fairbairn: Funny, you're the second person this week who's asked me about the turtles... No, drying out's no problem. Put 'em on foam rubber, you see? Throw a bucket on them every now and then. They'll be alright.
Miss Neap: Ah, the sea. It always seems so far away, even though the Thames goes into it.
William Snow: You could always write to the Times about it.
Neaera Duncan: Who's interested in turtles? Except the keeper, and me... and you.
Harriet Sims: I thought you'd never ask.
William Snow: Ask what.
Harriet Sims: Me. Out.
William Snow: Oh yes... Did I?
Harriet Sims: You did.
William Snow: I thought you asked me!
William Snow: I used to read your books to my girls.
Neaera Duncan: Really?
William Snow: When they were little.