Jess's mother: Shh. Everybody tiptoe. OK, ready?
Jess's family: Happy birthday! (sing) Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Jess. Happy birthday to you!
Mom: Make a wish.
Jess's father&mother: Happy birthday!
May Belle: What'd you wish for?
Jess's father: This is cheap junk.
Jess: No, it isn't. I love it.
Jess's father: How? It doesn't even work.
Jess: I don't think we have the hang of it yet, Dad.
Jess's father: You know what? Keep the box. We'll see if we can take it back.
May Belle: Daddy, there's something in the greenhouse.
Jess's father: That's the last thing I need, some animal chewing, it's way in here.
Jess: What are you going to do if you catch it?
Jess's father: These vegetables are part of our livelihood. Can't afford to share them with animals that get in here.
Jess: So, you're gonna kill it?
Jess's father: Have to.
Jess: Well, he's not gonna get in here now, right, Dad?
Jess's father: Hope not. But if he does, you just let me deal with it.
Jess: Is there anything else I can help you with?
Jess's father: No, why don't you go on and do your homework, I'll clean this mess up.
Leslie: [Whispering] Under the seat. I heard it was your birthday yesterday. Like it?
Jess: Wow. It must've cost a fortune.
Leslie: What's it matter what it costs?
Jess: I don't know.
Leslie: Well, I can take it back and get a cheaper one, if you want.
Jess: Thanks... a lot.
May Belle: Jess and Leslie sitting in a tree...[continues muffled singing]
Jess: Look. The squogre and the vulture.
Gary: Hey, here he comes.
Leslie: And a guy who canstand up to a squogre is scared of a Hoager?
Jess: Ms. Edmunds?
Ms. Edmunds: [Gasps] He speaks.
Jess: Can I help you with those?
Ms. Edmunds: You sure can. And you just made my day. Great.
Leslie: I'll get that one.
Ms. Edmunds: Thank you.
Jess: Hey, guys.
Leslie: Oh, hi, boys.
Jess: How come you're so good at that?
Leslie: Good at what?
Jess: Building stuff. You're good at it for a girl.
Leslie: Same way I'm fast... for a girl.
Jess: You know what I mean.
Leslie: You're pretty good at art... for a boy.
Jess: OK, OK, truce. Don't your parents notice any of these stuffs missing?
Leslie: Not when they're in the middle of writing a book.
Leslie: What's that? Show yourselves!
Leslie: It's a giant troll!
Jess: No, it's a giant tree that almost killed us!
Leslie: You think that tree just fell all by itself? Come on. When the Dark Master saw the squogres weren't scaring us away, he sent a giant troll.
Jess: How big?
Leslie: That's how big its feet are.
Jess: You really think so?
Leslie: What else could it be?
Jess: What should we do?
Leslie: If we had a troll hunter, we could track its scent and sneak up on it.
Jess: Hey, look at that! Come on! I think it went that way!
Leslie: We rule Terabithia, and nothing crushes us!
Jess: I'll race you to the rope.
Jess: I love this place!