Dar: I'm Dar.
Wilma Northrup: Now get out of my way, Henry, or I swear to God you'll be wearing your balls for earrings.
Subotai: Food. Food. I have not eaten for days.
Conan: And who says you will?
Paul Gallier: Did they ever tell you how our parents died?
Irena Gallier: Yes.
Paul Gallier: What did they tell you about me?
Irena Gallier: Well, not much. I knew I had a brother but I was only four. I used to fantasize about you when I was in the orphanage.
Paul Gallier: Fantasize?
Irena Gallier: Well, you know, about you coming to rescue me and things. Daydreams.
Paul Gallier: Yes, I had the same dreams.
Older James: I remember that winter because it had brought the heaviest snows I had ever seen. Snow had fallen steadily all night long and in the morning I woke in a room filled with light and silence, the world seemed to be held in a dream-like stillness. It was a magical day. And it was on that day I made the snowman.