Laura Bell Bundy credited as playing...
Young Sarah
- [Alan and Sarah have finished the game; Sam re-enters the house]
- Samuel Alan Parrish: Forgot my speech notes.
- Alan Parrish, 1969: [runs up to Sam and hugs him] I'm so glad you're back.
- Samuel Alan Parrish: I've only been gone five minutes.
- Alan Parrish, 1969: [crying] It seems like a lot longer for me.
- Samuel Alan Parrish: Hey, I-I thought you told me you were never going to talk to me again.
- Alan Parrish, 1969: Whatever I said, Dad, I'm sorry.
- [they hug again]
- Samuel Alan Parrish: Oh, Alan, I was angry, OK? I'm sorry too, son.
- [pulls Alan apart and looks down on him]
- Samuel Alan Parrish: Look, you don't have to go to Cliffside if you don't want to.
- [notices Sarah, who stands up; whispering to Alan]
- Samuel Alan Parrish: Let's talk it over tomorrow. Man to man.
- Alan Parrish, 1969: [whispering] How about father to son?
- Samuel Alan Parrish: Great.
- [notices his speech notes]
- Samuel Alan Parrish: Hey, I gotta get going. I'm the guest of honour.
- [walks towards the door; Alan turns to face him]
- Alan Parrish, 1969: Dad?
- [Sam opens the door and turns to face him]
- Alan Parrish, 1969: Back in 196-- I mean, today in the factory, it wasn't Carl Bentley's fault. *I* put the shoe on the conveyor belt.
- Samuel Alan Parrish: [sighs and nods] I'm glad you told me, son. Thanks.
- Alan Parrish, 1969: Bye, Dad.
- Samuel Alan Parrish: Goodbye.
- [closes the door behind him as he leaves; Alan walks towards Sarah; his eyes widen in sudden realisation]
- Alan Parrish, 1969: Holy smokes! Judy and Peter!
- [turns to run]
- Young Sarah: Alan!
- [Alan stops]
- Young Sarah: They're not there.
- [shakes her head]
- Young Sarah: It's 1969. They don't even exist yet.
- [hands Alan the crocodile and monkey pieces; Alan looks down at them sadly]
- Young Sarah: [reads] "At night they fly, you better run / These winged things are not much fun."
- [Sarah and Alan look at each other in confusion until they hear bats echoing in the fireplace]
- Young Sarah: What was that?
- Alan Parrish, 1969: I - I don't know.
- Young Sarah: [fearfully] Put it away, Alan!
- Alan Parrish, 1969: Oh, no. The game thinks I rolled.
- Young Sarah: What do you mean "the game thinks"?