Hayley Mills credited as playing...
Mary Grant
- Mary Grant: [singing] Castaway, castaway: trust in your star. You know I will find you wherever you are. Though all your dreams may be tossed by the tide, cling to your hopes: never cast them aside. Castaway, castaway, though you may be lost in the wilderness, over the sea: I will discover your castaway shore, and you'll be a castaway no more. Oh, you'll be a castaway no more.
- John Glenarvan: When we first met, I had a different impression. Most girls can be rather silly. Do you know what I mean?
- Mary Grant: No, I don't.
- John Glenarvan: Well... you're different.
- Mary Grant: How different?
- John Glenarvan: I don't know how to say it. I had it all worked out last night. Sounds rather silly now, though.
- Mary Grant: What does?
- John Glenarvan: Well, you don't expect things of a girl, certain things like climbing mountains, going through floods, making the most of it. You know what I mean?
- Mary Grant: Don't think I do.
- John Glenarvan: Well, I want to say that... I think you've been just *fine*... for a girl. Well, what I really mean is that - if we get out of here alive, and when we're old enough...
- Mary Grant: John?
- John Glenarvan: Mary.
- Mary Grant: There's the log you've needed for your raft.
- John Glenarvan: Now just a minute! Don't forget that it was me who arranged -
- [Mary's kiss instantly silences him]
- Mary Grant: Thank you!
- John Glenarvan: Wait! I want to make a wish on that star.
- Mary Grant: What could *you* wish for that you haven't got?
- John Glenarvan: That my father would go somewhere and get lost. Just for a little while, you understand.
- Mary Grant: Just think: If he hadn't put the note in the bottle, and if Monsieur Paganel hadn't caught that shark...
- John Glenarvan: And if you hadn't tried to slapped my face that morning on the way to Plymouth, I wouldn't have talked my father into making this trip.
- Mary Grant: Funny how things work out, isn't it?
- Mary Grant: Here we are, all of us together.
- John Glenarvan: All of us. Did you ever see so many stars?
- Mary Grant: Once, on top of a mountain.
- John Glenarvan: Did you know that down there out of the light, you can see the Southern Cross?
- Mary Grant: Southern Cross?
- [they stroll off, alone]
- Jacques Paganel: [sung] Why cry about bad weather? Enjoy it! Each moment is a treasure. Enjoy it! We're travelers on life's highway, enjoy the trip. Each lovely twist and byway, each bump and dip. If there's a complication, enjoy it! You've got imagination, employ it. And you'll see roses in the snow, joie de vivre will make them grow. Voila, that's life, enjoy it! Since I must do the cooking, I'll enjoy it. This ombu tree smells gorgeous, you'll enjoy it. A hurricane comes your way, enjoy the breeze! You're stranded in the jungle, hah!, enjoy the trees! If there's a complication, enjoy it!
- Lord Glenarvan: Ha ha ha!
- Jacques Paganel: You've got imagination, employ it. This tree's a - cornucopia, why it could be...
- Mary Grant: Utopia!
- Jacques Paganel: Voila! That's right! Enjoy it!
- Mary Grant: Why cry about bad weather? Enjoy it!
- Jacques Paganel: No, enjoy.
- Mary Grant: Oh, each moment is a treasure, enjoy it!
- Jacques Paganel: That's better, enjoy it.
- Mary Grant: We're traveler's on life's highway, enjoy the trip.
- Jacques Paganel: Ha ha ha!
- Mary Grant: Each lovely twist and byway, each bump and dip.
- Jacques Paganel: Good!
- Jacques Paganel, Mary Grant: If there's a complication, enjoy it, enjoy it. You've got imagination, employ it, employ it. From eggs and herbs au naturel,
- Mary Grant: Omelette Ombu a la Paganel.
- Jacques Paganel: Pour vous, milord,
- Jacques Paganel, Mary Grant: Enjoy it!
- Mary Grant: Robert! Hold on!
- Robert Grant: I don't have to! She won't let go!
- Jacques Paganel: This is true. She will not let go until she reaches her nest.
- Mary Grant: Reaches her nest?
- Jacques Paganel: Yes. High in the mountains. No doubt she has little ones that must...
- Mary Grant: Oh!
- [Paganel abruptly stops talking]
- Mary Grant: Oh!
- Jacques Paganel: Merci merci merci beaucoup, merci milord Glenarvan!
- [the group starts to dance around Glenarvan]
- Jacques Paganel, Mary Grant, Robert Grant, John Glenarvan: Merci merci merci beaucoup, merci milord Glenarvan!
- Jacques Paganel: Hooray!
- Mary Grant: Anyway, I can't stand people who look at me like that. "*Delightful* child!" "*Gallant* father!"
- Mary Grant: [sees an upcoming wall of ice] Oh!
- Lord Glenarvan: Abandon ship!
- Mary Grant: No, wait! There's a hole in the ice!
- Lord Glenarvan: But we don't know where it goes!
- Mary Grant: We'll soon find out!