Casper Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1995
- 100 min
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Could you please
not ask me any questions?
Do you believe in ghosts? Ever seen
one? Does your father ever hurt you?
He's my father.
Could you just talk to us?
Look, it's the first day of school.
I'm sure I'm gonna have homework,
so would you please?
Carrigan.
What part don't
you understand?
But who is this man...
No, not "I ate fish." I hate
fish. Don't you have cows here?
Listen, I have had
a long and trying day.
Do you think you could bring me a pint of
Haagen-Dazs ice cream, rum raisin, and a Diet Pepsi?
Think you can handle that?
Now you want me to hold.
Fine.
With therapy, they can
begin to process this pain.
They can pack up their emotional
baggage, and they can move on.
five years ago,
but he was so miserable, his
spirit wouldn't leave the apartment.
So I called Dr. Harvey.
He came over.
And in a few weeks,
Harry left, smiling.
The living impaired
My question is,
what's haunting them?
It's a lack of resolution.
Ghosts are simply spirits without
resolution, with unfinished business.
It's my job to find out
what that is.
And so Dr. Harvey continues his work,
dragging his daughter along for the ride.
This week they're in Santa Fe.
But next week? Boo knows?
shrinking thighs. Yes, I'm still here.
- The miracle fat cream
experiment, next. - Get me Santa Fe.
# That's life #
# That's life #
# That's life #
# That's what
all the people say #
# You're ridin' high in April
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.
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