Poppy Rogers credited as playing...
Jane
- Psammead: I am a Sand Fairy!
- Jane: A Sand Fairy? I thought fairies had little ballet dresses and wings and wands.
- Psammead: What on earth have you been reading?
- Jane: I'll call you Sandy.
- Psammead: Why?
- Jane: Because we found you in the sand.
- Psammead: You're so funny. Have your parents tried boiling you?
- Cyril: Robert, wait, where are you going?
- Robert: Here's a clue. It rhymes with hand hairy.
- Cyril: No way, we're not going back. You saw all the trouble that wish got us into.
- Robert: Oh look, this must be the pole that's been sticking up Cyril's ...
- Cyril: Back off! You can insult me all you like, but ...
- Robert: Thanks, but I'll save that for later. I'm going, whether you're coming or not.
- Jane: Hand hairy? Sand fairy!
- Psammead: Were the vases smashed to smithereens?
- Jane: Yes.
- Psammead: Add the floor flooded and dictionaries drenched?
- Cyril: They were.
- Psammead: And the house burned to the ground?
- Robert: No.
- Psammead: House didn't burn to the ground? I'd say you got off pretty lightly then, all things considered.
- Robert: Not so fast, Sand Fairy!
- Cyril: You made them ruin the house on purpose, didn't you?
- Psammead: Look, it's not me, it's the rules. You make a wish, it goes horribly wrong, and then you learn something valuable.
- Robert: That's terrible. I don't need to learn anything!
- Psammead: Of course, everything is back to normal by sunset.
- Peasemarsh: There's just the small matter of a deposit in case of misadventure.
- Jane: Ours are always misadventures.
- Peasemarsh: I dare say.
- Anthea: Oh my gosh, I've got wings!
- Jane: So soft, so white...
- Cyril: The little - He must've made a wish! He's out of control. I don't know how I'm gonna cut it. What am I gonna tell Mum? Look at you!
- Robert: Cyril!
- Cyril: You've done it again. What were you thinking?
- Robert: I'm going to France to see Dad!
- Cyril: France?
- Robert: His letter said he wished he could fly to see us. He can't, but we can fly to him. Come on!
- Cyril: Robert, wait!
- Jane: Mummy, I can't believe you're home!
- Robert: Mum, we didn't know you were coming!
- Jane: Did you get my letter?
- Mother: Yes, I did, precious.
- Cyril: Something's wrong.
- Mother: It's your father.
- Robert: Is he here?
- Mother: No, Robert. His plane went down behind enemy lines several days ago. He's missing.
- Robert: No!
- Psammead: You don't get many cards these days. You know how it is after your 6,523rd birthday.
- Anthea: You don't look that old.
- Psammead: I drink a lot of moisturizer.
- Jane: And you can't have a birthday without a present. Here.
- Psammead: Brown paper, my favorite!
- Jane: No, you have to unwrap it.
- Psammead: Oh, yes, I knew that.
- Martha: In the morning, I'll give you a tour of the grounds. You're allowed everywhere except the greenhouse. That's strictly off limits.
- Jane: Why would a greenhouse be off limits?
- Anthea: Maybe the plants are deadly, like in "The Black Rose Of Devil's Island".
- Jane: Maybe.
- Martha: The greenhouse is off limits because I said it is. So just stay out of it, and everything will be fine. Here we go.
- [hums]
- Martha: What a to-do today turned out to be.
- Jane: Oh... It wasn't us. Honestly, it was the sand fairy...
- Cyril: Jane!
- Martha: Sand fairy, huh?
- Jane: Err... No!
- Cyril: No. She didn't say "sand fairy", she said... She said...
- Anthea: Safari.
- Cyril: Safari. Yes.
- Anthea: We were pretending to be on safari, and Cyril is an elephant.
- Martha: A safari, of course. Well, now, if we all do as I do... we can undo all this to-do before tomorrow. Come along, you lot.