The Good Dinosaur/Transcript

(WHOOSHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

MOMMA: Henry, it's time.

(GASPS)

Which one did
you say moved?

The one on the left.

(BOTH GASP)

(COOING)

Aw.
Aw. (CHUCKLES)

You're a poppa.

You're a momma.

(GRUNTS)

(POPPA CHUCKLING)

Hmm?
(LIBBY GIGGLES)

(LAUGHING)

(POPPA CHUCKLING)

(GASPS) You little sneak.
(GIGGLES)

Hello, Libby.

Libby.
(COOING)

(EGGS RUSTLING)
(BOTH GASP)

(BOTH GASP)

Hmm?

(POPPA LAUGHS)

Hello, Buck.
(LAUGHING)

He's got your eyes.

(CHUCKLES)
Get out of here,
you little prickle bush.

All right,
this is gonna be a big one.

POPPA: Hmm?

Hello, Arlo.

(WHIMPERS)

(CHUCKLING)

Come on out.

(GASPS)

Look at you.

(LAUGHING)

Buck!

(LAUGHING)

Whoa!

(GASPS)

That's Clawtooth Mountain.
And this is our farm.

And we're all gonna
take care of it together.

(BUCK GRUNTING)

What?!
(GIGGLING) Gotcha!

Libby! (GRUNTS)

(SLURPS)

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

LIBBY: Ha-ha!

(LIBBY LAUGHING)

LIBBY: Ooh!

Ha-ha. Gotcha back!

Momma, I'm done watering.

Good job, Libby.
Buck, get back to your chores.

What?!
Thanks, Buck.

But, I... I...

(GROANS)

You're all set.

Can't I do
somethiing else, Momma?

(CHUCKLES) Get going.
Okay.

(PANTING)

(GUKPS)

(SQUEAKING)

(RUSTLING)

(GASPS)

Who is that?

(CHIRPING)

Oh!

Hey, Eustice.

Aw, you stuck,
little guy?

Let me get that for you.
You're free.

Hello, move.
Go find your poppa
and your...

(CLUCKING)

(WHISPERING) Momma!

(SCREAMING)
(CLUCKING)

(CLUCKS SCORNFULLY)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Whoa. The river's
not something

to mess around
with there, Arlo.
(PANTING)

Be careful.
What's the problem?

Poppa, Henrietta is
the worst one
in the coop!

Yesterday, you said
Footless Fran was the worst.

(WHISPERING)
She's only got one foot.

(CHUCKLES)
You don't have
to like 'em, Arlo.

You just have to feed 'em.

(GRUNTS)

That should do it.

Now, this will
keep them rotten critters
from stealing our food

because I made this silo
100% critter-proof.

Put your mark on there, Henry.
You earned it.

Yeah, Poppa, do it! Come on!
LIBBY: Yeah!

Only if your momma
does it first.

If anyone's earned
a mark around here,
it's her.

Did you just
put your mark
higher than mine?

What? No.
It's just the angle
you're looking at.

The "angle", huh?
(LAUGHS)

Ooh, ooh. Me too!
Me, me, me! My turn!

My turn!

Now hold on.
It's not that easy.

You've got to earn your mark
by doing something big.

POPPA: For something
bigger than yourself.

Someday,
you'll all make your mark
and I can't wait to see it.

(BONES CRACKING)

(GRUNTS)

That is how
you clear a field.
Attaboy, Buck.

(ARLO SCREAMING)
(CLUCKING)

He'll figure it out.
Be just fine.

POPPA: Go on, Buck.
You earned it.

Good job, son.

MOMMA: You've got it, Libby!
Just a little bit more.

POPPA: Beautiful.
You earned your mark,
sweetheart.

(CLUCKING)

(ARLO SCREAMING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Arlo!

(SIGHS)

He'll get there.

(CLUCKING)

All right, you cluckers.
You're about to get fed.

BUCK: Arlo.
Huh?

Come here.
Buck! What happened?

I came to help you
with your chores.

(GASPS)
And then they attacked.

You're gonna be okay.
Tell Momma I love her.

(GASPS)

I see a light.

(EXHALES)

I'll go get help!

(CLUCKING)
(YELLING)

(PANTING)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, you should
see your face!

I should've known!
(GRUNTS)

Always got to mess me up.
Me?

You mess up your chores
and everyone else's.

(ARLO GASPS)

You're such a coward.
POPPA: Buck!

I ain't a coward.
And I'm gonna
make my mark.

Just like you, and Libby,
and everyone!

You will, darling.
You just need
a little more time.

Forget it. I didn't even want
that dumb mark anyway.

I got an idea.

POPPA: (WHISPERING)
Arlo. Arlo. Wake up.

Huh?

Come with me.

Uh...

(OWL HOOTING IN THE DISTANCE)
(GASPS)

(WHISPERING)
Where are we going?
You'll see.

Okay, now take a walk
out there.

By myself
Go on.

(INSECT CHIRPING)
(GASPS)

(WHISPERING)
Poppa. Poppa.

Calm down. Breathe.

(CHIRPING)
Oh.

Sometimes you got to
get through your fear

to see the beauty
on the other side.

Wow.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(GRUNTS)

POPPA: I got a new job
for you tomorrow.

That is if you still
want to make your mark.

The dang wilderness critter's
coming over the fence,
eating our food

and I've had it up
to my snout.

If this keeps up, we won't have
enough food to
survive the winter.

That's why
you are gonna
catch that critter.

Then along comes a critter...

(MUFFLED) And this is how
you're gonna finish the job.

When that critter's
taken care of,

you'll put your mark
on the silo
right next to mine.

I'll take care
of that critter, Poppa.
It won't stand a chance.

(BUZZING)

What are you doing,
you bug?

Get out of here.

Huh! Move along, leaf.
Move along.

(CLATTERING)

(GROWLING)
(GASPS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(GROWLING INCOHERENTLY)
(ARLO SHOUTING)

(GASPING NERVOUSLY)

You're dead, critter.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(PANTING)

Okay. You're free.

What are you doing?
Just leave! Flee!

Stay back! Go! Whoa.

(SCREAMING)

Arlo!

Why'd you let it go?

It was biting,
and coming at me,
and screeching, and...

You had a job to do.

You got to get
over your fear, Arlo,
or you won't survive out here.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Come on.

We're gonna
finish your job right now.

Out there?
Get over.

(RATTLING)

But, Poppa,
what if we get lost?

As long as you can find the river,
you can find your way home.

What do you see?

ARLO: Uh, tracks?

And they're washing out,
we got to move!

POPPA: We're losing it!

(ARLO GRUNTING)

Arlo, keep moving!

(GASPS)

(GROANING)

Poppa, wait.

Arlo, what did I say
about keeping...

(GRUNTING)

It's okay.

It's okay, Arlo.
I'm sorry.

I just wanted you
to get through your fear.

I know you have it in you.

But I'm not like you.

You're me and more.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GASPS)

I think we went
far enough today.

Storm's getting worse.
Let's get you home.

(GUSHING)

Arlo, move!

Run, Arlo!

Poppa!

Poppa! Poppa! Poppa!