Dr. Griffiths Look at this room! It looks like a cyclone hit it!
It's not that bad.
Dr. Griffiths Not that bad? Your books are all over the floor, your toys are everywhere, and you've torn your curtains![looks up] What? HOW did you get FOOTPRINTS on the CEILING?[exasperatedly] This is simply too much. A temper tantrum of this magnitude is unacceptable.
But I wasn't having a tantrum!
Dr. Griffiths Then how did this happen? And the TRUTH this time.
If I tell you the truth...[sighs] you still wouldn't believe me!
Dr. Griffiths Elizabeth, the truth.
...I was flying! My fairy showed me how.
Dr. Griffiths Oh, for goodness sakes! Your make-believe fairy did this. You've got to stop this nonsense!
But it's not nonsense, Father! It's the truth!
Dr. Griffiths You have a real fairy, living in your room.
Yes! And I can prove it.[picks up the fairy field journal she and Tinker Bell made and holds it out for her father] Just look at the research we did.
Dr. Griffiths Oh, Elizabeth, *this* is what you've been doing?[closes the journal] Field journals are to be filled with FACT, not fairy tales!
But Father, these ARE facts!
Dr. Griffiths I just don't understand this foolishness, Lizzy. You have such talent. Why would you waste it this way?
Why can't you just...[sighs] *believe* me?
Dr. Griffiths I believe in what is real. And it's about time *you* started doing the same.[goes to her wall of fairy art and starts tearing it down]
Father, wait!
Dr. Griffiths I know this is difficult for you to understand. But... this... is all make-believe![throws some of Lizzy's pictures into the trash]
No! They're real!
Dr. Griffiths Elizabeth! This discussion is over![throws away the fairy field journal]
