MOVER: We're here! Time to muscle up.
You scared me to death, you mangy thing.
I'm just looking for an old well. Know it?
Not talking, huh?
Magic dowser, magic dowser,
Show me the well!
Get away from me!
Let me guess. You're from Texas or Utah,
someplace dried-out and barren, right?
I heard about water witching before,
but it doesn't make sense.
- I mean, it's just an ordinary branch.
- It's a dowsing rod.
And I don't like being stalked,
not by psycho nerds or their cats!
He's not really my cat. He's kind of feral.
You know, wild.
Of course, I do feed him every night,
and sometimes he'll come to my window
and bring me little dead things.
Look, I'm from Pontiac.
Michigan. And if I'm a water witch,
then where's the secret well?
You stomp too hard and you'll fall in it.
It's supposed to be so deep,
if you fell to the bottom and looked up,
you'd see a sky full of stars
in the middle of the day.
Surprised she let you move in.
My gramma, she owns the Pink Palace.
Won't rent to people with kids.
What do you mean?
(STAMMERING) I'm not supposed to
talk about it. I'm Wybie. Wybie Lovat.
- Short for Wyborne.
Not my idea, of course.
What'd you get saddled with?
I wasn't saddled with anything. It's Coraline.
- Caroline what?
- Coraline. Coraline Jones.
(SCOFFS) It's not real scientific,
but I heard an ordinary name like Caroline
can lead people to have
ordinary expectations about a person.
I think I heard
someone calling you, Wyborne.
- What? I didn't hear anything.
- I definitely heard someone,
- LOVAT: Wyborne!
Well, great to meet a Michigan water witch,
but I'd wear gloves next time.
- 'Cause that dowsing rod of yours,
it's poison oak.
I almost fell down a well yesterday, Mom.
I would've died.
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.
- It 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
and you still have unpacking to do.
Lots of unpacking.
(SARCASTICALLY) That sounds exciting!
Oh. Some kid left this on the front porch.
WYBIE. ; Hey, Jonesy.
Look what I found in Gramma's trunk.
Look familiar? Wybie.
A little me? That's weird.
What's his name, anyway?
Wybie. And I'm way too old for dolls.
Hey, Dad. How's the writing going?
Hello, Coraline and Coraline doll.
Do you know where the garden tools are?
It's... It's pouring out there, isn't it?
- It's just raining.
- What'd the boss say?
"Don't even think about going out,
Then you won't need the tools.
You know, this house is 150 years old.
- So explore it.
Go out and count all the doors and windows
and write that down on...
List everything that's blue. Just let me work.
No. No, no, no. No.
One boring blue boy
in a painfully boring painting.
Four incredibly boring windows
and no more doors.
All right, little me. Where are you hiding?
Hey, Mom. Where does this door go?
I'm really, really busy.
CORALINE: I think it's locked.
Will you stop pestering me
if I do this for you?
Bricks? I don't get it.