- Cricket: I want to tell you a story. It's a story you may think you know, but you don't. Not really. You see, I, Sebastian J. Cricket, was there. As a matter of fact, I lived, actually lived, in the heart of the wooden boy.
- Pinocchio: You know, all fathers love their sons, but... sometimes fathers feel despair, like everyone else. And they say things they only think they mean in the moment. But with time, they learn they never really meant it at all. And they may even call you ugly things like a burden or a coward, but inside... they love you.
- Count Volpe: I think you misunderstand our relationship, my little fire hazard. I am the puppeteer, you are the puppet. I am the master, you are the slave! And you will do as I command, until your wooden body rots and I use you to warm my furnace! You may have no strings, but I control you. You obey ME! Capisce?
- Wood Sprite: Master Gepetto, I only wish to bring you joy.
- Geppetto: And you did. You did bring me joy. Such terrible, terrible joy.
- Cricket: Sometimes fathers feel despair, like everyone else. And they say things, things they only think they mean in the moment. But with time, they learn that... well, that they never really meant it at all.
- [first lines]
- Cricket: [narrator] By the time master Geppetto made Pinocchio, he had already lost a son. Now this was quite a few years before my time, but I learnt the story. And then it became my story.
- Cricket: Geppetto lost Carlo during the Great War. They'd been together only ten years. But it was as if Carlo had taken the old man's life with him.
- [while waiting, Count Volpe is startled by a knock at the door. He rushes to it and opens it]
- Count Volpe: [brandishing his sword in a panic] Who is it? What do you want in the middle of the...?
- [He starts a little when he sees Pinocchio on the stairs]
- Count Volpe: My beloved star!
- [He sheaths his sword and approaches Pinocchio, glancing around as he does so]
- Count Volpe: How can I be of assistance?
- Pinocchio: If I work for you, will you forget the money money you want from my papa?
- Count Volpe: [bounding down the steps of his trailer] Oh, absolutely, my dear boy.
- Pinocchio: And will you send him my share of the profits?
- Count Volpe: [drawing a circle in the dirt] Clear accounting all the way.
- [He draws a line across it]
- Count Volpe: Fifty-fifty, down the middle.