Mahoney quotes from Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium (2007)

Mahoney

Good morning.

Magorium

Let's open this door.

Welcome to Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.

How much is that fish mobile up there?

Magorium

That's 50 dollars.

Don't you think that's a little high?

Magorium

If you notice, they are fresh fish.

Then the store is alive, and wonders never cease.

Mahoney

It's magic.

Til now.

Henry

It's not real nice to stare at people. I'm Henry Weston. You count it. What if you serious problems, you've had several fictional characters on the books.

Magorium

Like home?

Henry

The King Of Planet Beyond Way.

Magorium

Oh, he's not fictional.

Mahoney

Sir, why do we need an accountant?

Magorium

I'm leaving.

Mahoney

You're leaving?

Magorium

I'm giving you the store.

Mahoney

You're giving me the store?

Magorium

Surprise! The store isn't upset as indicated by imper tantrum.

Henry

Temper tantrum?

Mahoney

I would like a lollipop.

Magorium

It's a magical toy store. It can do all sorts of things.

Henry

How's the snake is a magical toy store?

Mahoney

Of course, there is.

Henry

What do you say magical do you mean special?

Mahoney

Magical.

Henry

How about really really cool?

Mahoney

Magical.

Henry

Wow.

Magorium

Order to order! Fetch! Stupid zebra.

Mahoney

Are we going around an adventure?

Magorium

Find yourself someone you've never imagined.

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.

Mahoney

Come on. Get out of there. Bouncy balls always trying to escape.

Mahoney

Uh-oh. That's a good way to lose a train.

Mahoney

I knew it. As soon as I saw that suit.

Henry

Knew what?

Mahoney

You're a 'just' guy.

Henry

What's a 'just' guy?

Mahoney

A guy just like you. Same hair, same suit, same shoes, walks around, no matter what, you think it's all just a store, it's just a bench, it's just a tree. It's just what it is, nothing more!

Henry

Alright but this [looks over his shoulder] is just a toy store.

Mahoney

I'm sure to you... it is.

Mr. Magorium

When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? [Molly shakes her head] He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." But because of the life we saw prior to the words. [pause, walks over to Molly] I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

Mahoney

I love you.

Mr. Magorium

I love you, too. [picks Molly up, sighs heavily] Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

Mahoney

You're here?

Henry

Apparently.

Mahoney

But not actually?

Mr. Magorium

37 seconds.

Mahoney

Great. Well done. Now we wait.

Mr. Magorium

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.