Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Zach Helm

What Mahoney needed was the opportunity to prove to herself that she was something more than she believed.

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Zach Helm

Mr. Magorium: [talking to his store, that misbehave when it leanrs about Mr. Mogorium’s death proximity] I am very disappointed in you. I understand feeling sad or scared or even suspicious, but that is no reason to turn gray and start pouting.

I would expect such behavior, perhaps, from a brand-new store, or even a store a few years old, but a store your age... sulking? It is simply atrocious.

The immitigable truth is, I am leaving tomorrow, and Mahoney, bless her timid heart, will be given care of you. I'm sorry, my sweet, but it's a perfect fact, and no amount of misbehavior will change it.

She loves you, as do I, and we must face tomorrow, whatever it may hold, with determination, joy and bravery.

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Zach Helm

All stories, even the ones we love, must eventually come to an end and when they do, it's only an opportunity for another story to begin.

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Zach Helm

Mr. Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? 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]

Mr. Magorium: 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."

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Zach Helm

Molly: [after they have set all the clocks forward in a shop to strike noon at the same time] That's the last of'em. 37 seconds.

Mr. Magorium: Great. Well done.

Molly: Now we wait.

Mr. Magorium: No. We Breathe. We Pulse. We Regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. Thirty-seven seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Zach Helm

Mr. Magorium: I told you, my sweet. I'm leaving.

Molly: But... I thought you meant, like, retirement or... vacation. What kind of leaving you talking about?

Eric, the Hat Collector: Mahoney. I think he means he's going to heaven. Right?

Mr. Magorium: Heaven, Elysium, Shangri-la. I may return as a bumblebee.

Molly: Are you dying?

Mr. Magorium: Lightbulbs die, my sweet; I will depart.
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Molly: I don't care, sir. You have to live.

Mr. Magorium: Darling... I have.
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Mr. Magorium: …, 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."