鬼妈妈台词(4)

　　I almost fell down a well yesterday, Mom.

　　Uh-huh.

　　I would've died.

　　That's nice.

　　Hmm.

　　So, can I go out? I think it's perfect weather for gardening.

　　No, Coraline. Rain makes mud. Mud makes a mess.

　　But, Mom, I want stuff growing when my friends come to visit.

　　Isn't that why we moved here?

　　Something like that. But then we had the accident.

　　-lt wasn't my fault you hit that truck. -I never said it was.

　　I can't believe it.

　　You and Dad get paid to write about plants, and you hate dirt.

　　Coraline, I don't have time for you right now,

　　and you still have unpacking to do. Lots of unpacking.