My whole life is planned out, preparing for the day I become, well, my mother. I’ve got duties, responsibilities, expectations. They get away with murder! I can never get away with anything! Merida: The story of how my father lost his leg to the demon bear, Mor’du, became legend. It’s the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Others say fate is woven together like a cloth, so that one’s destiny intertwines with many others. Merida: Some say our destiny is tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it. Or a giant having a jigger in the bluebells.Įlinor: Your father doesn’t believe in magic. Before we see a dancing a dancing Tatty Bogle. Young Merida: I saw a wisp! I saw a wisp!Įlinor: A wisp? You know, some say that Will O’ the Wisps lead you to your fate.įergus: Oh, aye! Or an arrow! Come on, let’s be off.

Why not use your very own? Happy Birthday, my wee darlin’! Young Merida: Can I shoot an arrow? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I? Please, can I?įergus: Not with that.

Where is my little Birthday girl, hm? I’m going to gobble her up when I find her!Įlinor: I’m going to eat you!Įlinor: Ach! Fergus, no weapons on the table! You only have to be brave enough to see it.' – Merida (Brave) Click To TweetĮlinor: Where are you? Come out! Come out! Come on out! I’m coming to get you! Where are you, you little rascal? I’m coming to get you! Hmm.

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