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Clips from The Willoughbys

Movies 2020 90 min ★ 6.4/10 (24,029 ratings) 1,581 clips

Credits

this isn't the film for you, okay?
This is my city. I've seen it all.
I'm not judging.
Yeah, I am.
I've stared into a lot of windows, okay?
No, look down.
There they are. Hidden.
I'm the narrator, by the way.
And a cat. Get over it, yeah?
This family's story is weird, you know,
Until this one.
[both giggle]
-[man purring] -[woman laughing]
Let's jump ahead a few months,
-[splattering] -[baby wailing]
Well, you know.
-[woman] What is that? -[man] Oh, dear.
[baby continues wailing]
I'm your father,
-[cooing] -[Father shushing]
Oh, you are Tim,
-and you are a Willoughby. -[cooing]
Good day, sir.
All they gave him was his name.
Ooh!
[voice echoing] Willoughby.
Oh. Willough...
[humming] ...by.
[The Cat] Oh, and siblings.
-A sister named Jane... -[Jane humming]
-Thanks, Barnaby. -You're welcome, Barnaby.
[Jane] Why are we staring at this wall?
[Tim] Because, Jane, we are Willoughbys.
And by "they," I mean these two.
I loaf it.
I do not predict leftovers.
-Me, too. -Me, too.
[both] Us, too.
What if we dress a Barnaby up like food--
-Bad idea. -Terrible idea.
No, Jane.
Okay, then, what if I go?
-Stop what if-ing! -[Barnaby A] Yeah.
[Barnaby B] No what-ifs.
-[Mother and Father giggling] -We wait.
-[stomach rumbling] -[Jane] Oh.
May we have food?
-Food? -We eat today's food.
You eat yesterday's food.
So there is no food left over for... Jane!
Huh? My name is Mother. Who is this Jane?
-No, no, no. -[Mother] No?
Don't?
[both gasp]
Oh, Father, I'm going to starve. [whimpers]
-[screams] -It's that girl!
[both] Hi, Mommy.
What are they doing here?
-Nothing. -[Barnabys] Bye, Mommy!
-They're, uh, going... -Hungry.
These children, always wanting.
-One's good. -We like one.
-[whispers] Barnabys! -You want two.
[shushes] Stop talking.
-Look at me, I'm fretting. -Dreadful.
-I'm all a-fret. -Appalling.
-I can't knit! -This is all your fault!
My fault? Wha--
[thudding]
Go to the coal bin!
Good day, sir.
[door locks]
[sighs]
[The Cat] Poor Timothy.
[grunts]
-[sighs] -[spider chitters]
[whimpers]
We used to be great.
explorers and aviators, artists and poets!
We climbed the unclimbable,
We could be great again.
No...
We will be.