Chloë Grace Moretz: Isabelle
Isabelle : [last lines; at the part Isabelle smiles as she watches Hugo doing magic tricks, she sits and starts writing in her notebook]
Isabelle : Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret. He lived in a train station. Why did he live in a train station, you might well ask. That's really what this book is going to be about. And about how this singular young man searched to hard to find a secret message from his Father, and how that message lead his way, all the way home.
[Screen leads up to where we can see the automaton sitting at a desk, perfectly fixed. The screen fades to black]
Isabelle : This might be an adventure, and I've never had one before - outside of books, at least.
Hugo Cabret : [Angry and disappointed that the automaton hasn't written anything of sense] What an idiot! Thinking I could fix it!
Isabelle : Hugo...
[Hugo looses his composure and begins smashing various items in the room]
Hugo Cabret : It's broken! It's always been broken!
[Sits in chair, covers his face and begins to cry]
Isabelle : Hugo, it doesn't have to be like this. You can fix it.
Hugo Cabret : [crying] You don't... you don't understand. I thought... I thought if I could fix it... then I wouldn't be so alone.
[Hugo's sobs fill the room. Suddenly, the machine begins to draw again]
Isabelle : Hugo, Hugo look! It... it's not done!
[they watch as the automaton begins to draw a picture]
Hugo Cabret : [voice breaking] It's not writing! It... it's drawing!
[they see it is a scene from the movie "A Trip to the Moon."]
Hugo Cabret : That's the movie my Father saw!
[the automaton signs Georges Méliès'name]
Isabelle : [amazed] Georges Méliès. That's Papa Georges name. Why would your Father's machine sign Papa Georges' name?
Hugo Cabret : I don't know.
[picks up drawing and looks at robot]
Hugo Cabret : Thank you.
[turns to Isabelle]
Hugo Cabret : It was a message from my Father. And now I have to figure it out.
Isabelle : I enjoy the poetry of Christina Georgina Rossetti. She wrote, "My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit."