Casper Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1995
- 100 min
- 3,559 Views
shot down in... #
Oh, honey, I'm sorry about
your Cactus Spooners. Crooners.
I don't care what they said.
You are not demented.
You're a picture of mental health.
Try explaining afterlife therapy
to a bunch of junior high kids.
never questioning the norm.
But you and I, we're doing something
extraordinary with our lives.
No, we aren't doing anything.
You're the one who's been packing up my
stuff and moving me around the country.
In two years, I have been
to nine different schools.
I have eaten in nine
different cafeterias.
I can't even
remember anyone's name.
For once, I would
just like to be...
in one place long enough
to make a friend.
Honey, you will.
I mean, come on. We're
movin' to Friendship, Maine.
Even I might make one.
You better, Dad.
'Cause a single guy your age is more
likely to become a bank hostage...
than to make new friends.
You sound like your mother.
You're not gonna find her.
Mom's not a ghost, Dad.
Oh, yes, she is.
She has unfinished business.
There's no such thing
as ghosts.
I'll tell you what. You go
with me this one last time.
If I don't find what
I'm looking for, it's over.
No more moving,
no more ghost mining.
You promise?
I promise.
Deal.
Wow! It's not
so bad, huh?
If you're Stephen King.
Dr. Harvey, hello.
I'm Carrigan Crittenden.
And this is Dibs.
Hello.
I'm a close,
personal friend.
Ah.
And this is my daughter, Kat.
His close,
personal daughter.
- How nice to meet you, Kat.
- Very nice to meet you.
- You have a beautiful daughter.
- Very beautiful.
I can't tell you how happy we
are you could come to Whipstaff.
- Very happy.
- The both of us.
You're kind of
hurting my face.
Sorry. Now, Dr. Harvey,
exactly what time frame
are you looking at?
Tell me you go in the house
and spray and that's it.
Pssssst!
No, no, no.
As with a traditional psychological
cure, it can take weeks or years for...
Excuse me. You didn't just
say the word "years," did you?
It's conceivable.
No, it isn't.
- Days is conceivable. Weeks, maybe.
- Possibly.
- Months? No. Years? Forget it!
- Forget it.
Dibs, check.
Get the bouquet.
Now, Dr. Harvey.
I will be watching you
very closely.
These are for you!
Have a lovely night.
Wow.
It's her. She's here.
She's in my house. I did it!
What if she likes me?
What if she doesn't?
Hi, I'm Casper.
I'm a ghost?
No, that's total disaster. Oh!
Yo, I'm Casper.
So, give me four.
Oh, God,
I'd kill for a pinky.
Huh? See?
That was easy.
Yeah. These should hold for now, but we
ought to get a box of 20 amps in the morning.
Oh, uh,
right, yeah.
Uh, twenties
should be fine.
All right, I'm gonna
go find a room, Dad.
You gonna be
all right alone?
Hey, if I'm not back in ten
days, send a search party.
"Stretch,"
"Fatso"...
and "Stinkie"?
Man, they had cruel parents.
Wonder where
Doc and Dopey sleep.
Dad! I found my room.
There's a girl...
on my bed. Yes!
Hey, space master.
In here.
Oh.
It's very scary.
Have you seen
any surprises yet?
Please. This is
the deadest place yet.
Oh, this is
a nice room.
Yeah, right. This place
is a freak's holiday.
Hi... Ooh! Ooh!
- Oh.
- Oh.
Mom belongs over here.
Hey, how about
if I help you unpack?
Why bother? We'll just be repacking
in two weeks anyway, right?
I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
This place is... fine.
Good. Night, Bucket.
Night, Dad.
We're gonna be glad we came.
You watch.
Wh... Whoa!
Ooh, ooh!
Uh...
I... No.
I...
Uh...
Uh... hi?
Oh, man!
Perfect first impression!
What a jerk!
Better?
Honey!
Hon... Honey?
Honey, what?
Dad, Dad,
I saw a ghost!
- It was a real ghost! It was a real, live ghost!
- Slow down. What?
I saw a ghost.
It had a head, and it was
round, and it was white and see-through.
- Honey, wait. Now maybe...
- Dad, please.
I thought you were. I promise.
No, no, no. But remember,
ghosts can't hurt you, okay?
They're simply spirits
with unfinished business.
Let's just see
about this ghost.
Come here. Come on.
Check here. Oop, see?
No ghost there.
Now we can check over here.
Nope.
Oh! No, there's
no ghost in there.
We can even check over here.
There. See?
Pleasure to meet you, sir!
Dad!
Put me down!
This is insane!
What are you doing?
I can walk, you know?
Oh, my God, this is big.
Um, Dad?
What?
We're in a closet.
Right
Now, I want you to stay in here...
no matter what you hear, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
Wait.
What?
Dad, I'm sorry.
For what?
For not believing you.
For thinking you were a total loser.
Aw, honey...
Apologize later.
Blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it...
Yee-haw!
Uh-oh, it's them!
Here they come!
Yee-haw!
Man, oh, man, them ponies run
faster when we go down to Belmont.
Here, Flicka.
Bleaaugh!
Hey, guys.
Have fun?
Oh, look, it's Casper!
Casper.
You know on a scale of one
to ten... ten being fun,
and one being you...
yeah, we had fun.
Giddy-up there!
Say, bulbhead, why ain't you
inside doin' your chores?
Yeah, where's dinner?
I'm starvin'! I'm wastin' away!
I know. How about you guys relax out
here, and tonight we'll eat al fresco?
Hey, sounds great!
Who's that?
Short sheet, you wouldn't be trying
to keep us outta the house, would ya?
No! No! I can see right through
that bulbous head of yours!
It's just such a lovely night!
I thought we'd have fun
eating under the harvest moon!
# Shine on #
Up in the sky #
Aaah!
Bye-bye!
Hey, hold it!
Hey, Fatso, you smell somethin'? Yeah!
No, besides him.
Hello?
Huh? Hey!
Hello?
No need to be afraid.
The idea, don't be afraid.
I'd like to make contact with you,
but just one little thing, please.
Don't pop out from under a rug
or through a keyhole.
No spooking.
Let's get beyond that.
Now, I'm coming
in the room now.
I'm in, in the room.
Can ya deal with that?
Can you?
Dive!
Dive!
Dive! Huh?
Dad!
Dad?
I'm gonna kill you, your mama and all her
bridge-playin' friends.
You think you got it tough? I got a face-lift.
There was one just like it underneath.
Hmph? Hmph?
Aaah!
Aah! Aah-aah!
Aaah!
Aah!
Dad? Dad?
Ah!
Hey, boys, we got a closet case here!
Smell-o-gram.
Sushi, anyone?
California roll coming up!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!
All for one, and one for all!
Catch your pants before they fall!
On the runway now, we have Dr. James
Harvey, wearing smashing underwear.
Marky Mark he's not!
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