The Boxtrolls

00:00:04 (Footstep)

00:06:16 Mr. Gristle : Ha...Ha...Ha... Foot.

00:13:10 Oil Can : Aaaahhhh! Boxtrolls : Aaaaahhhhh!

00:18:01 Winnie : Father? Father. Lord Portley-Rind : Mmm hmm. Yes...Yes..

00:22:18 Boulanger : Chivalry!

00:24:54 Eggs : This way!

00:29:57 Madame Frou Frou : Stick to ze script, my darlink!

00:31:54 And that's the story of theTrubshaw kid Don't do what Father Trubshaw did

00:35:57 Mr. Gristle : Throat! Snatcher : Yes!

00:39:52 Snatcher : King Archibald Snatcher; Yes, I shall be king too, why not?

00:43:02 Fish : AHHHHHH!

00:46:50 Winnie : I said what’s going on? Why aren’t they ripping out our eyeballs and eating our faces?

00:51:04 Winnie : No. They’re supposed to be like that man in the story. Someone who’ll do anything to help you. They always listen and never get angry...

00:54:04 Eggs : Which one is your father? Winnie : Lord Portley-Rind

00:57:27 Sir Langsdale : Yoo hoo, Madame Frou Frou... You promised your snookums a dance! Madame Frou Frou/Snatcher : I did? I did! Ha! But of course!

01:01:08 Langsdale : Ahh. What? Boulanger : Eww... the river?

01:04:05 Eggs : He’s here.

01:08:09 Prisoner : Dresses like a boxtroll, but, uh... looks like a boy.

01:11:51 Townsfolk Boy : Whoah! What is it?

01:14:25 Snatcher : Mr. Trout! Lower the beast down.

01:18:04 Herbert : Look what you did. Eggs : You were right. Thank you.

01:20:39 Herbert : Jelly!

01:23:41 Lord Portley-Rind : I present the tastiest cheese known to man. Made from the milk of the male, lactating fruit bats in Borneo.

01:27:21 Shoe : (GURGLES angrily)