Hi everyone! So I've seen a few people setting up auditions like this for their Sims films so I thought I'd have a go.
Please follow the rules in the video.
If you know you can be committed and you'd like to be a main character please record all of the lines under the "MAIN" heading below.
If you want to be involved but only have a few lines then record all of the lines under the "MINOR" heading below.
Feel free to record ALL of the lines if you want to.
Make sure to tell me if you definitely don't want to play a certain character.
And also tell me if you really want to play a certain character.
Please send auditions to [email protected] by 24TH JUNE 2013!!!
Could you please include the name you'd like to be used in the credits in your email/video.
If you have any questions then please email me or leave it in the comments.
I will keep you posted about when I'm putting footage up, etc. It will probably be a slow process so please be patient.
MAIN
Peter: (to Edmund) If Dad was here it would mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to go.
Peter: If he tells us to hurry up one more time I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat.
Peter: FOR NARNIA, AND FOR ASLAN!!!!
Susan: (to Lucy) The only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe.
Susan: He's a beaver... he shouldn't be saying anything!
Susan: (to Peter) Just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword, it doesn't make you a hero!
Edmund: Yeah, didn't I tell you about the football field I found in the bathroom closet?
Edmund: I-I was just playing along. You know what little children are like these days, they just don't know when to stop pretending.
Edmund: (to the Witch) I...I did bring them half way. There at the dam at the house with the beaver's!
Lucy: (to herself) It's an awfully big wardrobe.
Lucy: But I wasn't imagining!
Lucy: But they need us ... all four of us.
Lucy: We have to help them.
Witch: And how, Edmund, did you come to enter my dominion?
Witch: You think that a simple threat will deny me my right, little king? Aslan knows that if I do not have blood as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned, and perish, in fire and water.
Tumnus: Oh, come on! It's not every day I get to make a new friend! And there's a ... roaring fire! And toast and cakes! And maybe... we'll even break into the sardines.
Tumnus: I'm kidnapping you. It's the White Witch, the one that makes it always winter, and never Christmas. She told me that I If I ever was to come across a son of Adam or a daughter of Eve, I am supposed to turn it over to her!
Professor Kirke: (to himself) What do they teach in schools these days?
Professor: You're family. You might just try acting like one.
Mrs. Macready: Professor Kirke is not accustomed to having children in the house and as such there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shouting or running. No improper use of the dumb waiter and no touching the historical artefacts. And above all there shall be no disturbing of the Professor.
Mr. Beaver: Ahh, blimey! Looks like the old girl's got the kettle on. Nice cup of rosie lee.
Mr. Beaver: (about the dam) It's merely a triffle. There's still plenty to do, haven't quite finished it yet. It'll look a business when it is though.
Mrs. Beaver: Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick. If I find you've been out with Badger again. Oh, well those aren't Badgers. Oh, I'd never thought I'd see this day. Look at my fur, you couldn't have given me ten minutes warning?
Aslan: Welcome Peter, Adam's son. Welcome Susan and Lucy daughters-of-Eve. Welcome Beavers. You have my thanks, but where is the fourth.
Aslan: If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic a little differently.
MINOR
Father Christmas: Lucy, Eve's Daughter. These are for you. The juice of the fire flower. If you, or one of your friends are wounded, one drop of this cordial will restore them. And though I do not expect you to use it, this.
Mrs. Pevensie: You will listen to your brother, won't you Edmund?
Mrs. Pevensie: Goodbye my darlings.
Mr. Fox: Relax, I'm one of the good guys.
Mr. Fox: An unfortunate family resemblance, but we can discuss family breeding later right now we need to move.
Maugrim: Lay still, stranger, or you'll never move again. Who are you?
Maugrim: My apologies, fortunate favourite of the Queen's. Or else, not so fortunate.
Oreius: Then he has betrayed us all!
Phillip: (annoyed) My name is Phillip.
