"My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip."

"Bernard Miles - Joe Gargery"

"Francis L. Sullivan - Mr. Jaggers"

"Finlay Currie - Abel Magwitch"

"Martita Hunt - Miss Havisham"

"Valerie Hobson - Estella as an adult, and as Molly"

"Jean Simmons - Estella as a girl"

"John Mills - Pip as an adult"

"Anthony Wager - Pip as a boy"

"NOW The Screen Fulfills Your Greatest Expectations...In ACTION! In ADVENTURE! In ROMANCE!"

"Great Thrills! Great Romance! Great Suspense! Great Adventure!"

"From the Vivid Pages of Charles Dickens' Masterpiece!"

"It was quite a surprise to learn that David Lean had not read Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations before he embarked on his film version in 1945. The closeness of the adaptation, the understanding of the characters, make one swear it was made by an aficionado, for Dickens is part of every English child’s education. Lean was not "well read" — amongst Dickens’ works, he claimed acquaintance only with A Christmas Carol — but like Dickens, he was a born storyteller. Lean brought to the project all his experience as a film editor — he cuts, dovetails, transposes, and simplifies, without betraying the source novel, though the ending to one of Dickens’ most pessimistic works has been somewhat modified. … Great Expectations reveals a director free of any stage conventions and relishing his craft. The opening of the film has been studied for years and is held up as an exemplar of film editing. But it is also a brilliant synthesis of location shooting (the pan across the marshes with their lonely gibbets) with a studio set (graves with a back-projected church and looming sky), in which the hero, Pip, has his first fateful meeting with the fearsome Magwitch. … Fortunately, the Dickens-Lean partnership was more than a great strength. It was a marriage made in heaven."

"One of the great things about Charles Dickens is the way his people colonize your memory. I wonder if there's any writer except Shakespeare who has created more characters whose names we remember, and whose types seem so true to human nature. A director adapting a Dickens novel finds that much of his work has been done for him. Certainly that's the case with David Lean's Great Expectations (1946), which has been called the greatest of all the Dickens films, and which does what few movies based on great books can do: Creates pictures on the screen that do not clash with the images already existing in our minds. Lean brings Dickens' classic set-pieces to life as if he'd been reading over our shoulder: Pip's encounter with the convict Magwitch in the churchyard, Pip's first meeting with the mad Miss Havisham, and the ghoulish atmosphere in the law offices of Mr. Jaggers, whose walls are decorated with the death masks of clients he has lost to the gallows."

"Now, Pip: put the case that this legal advisor has often seen children tried at the criminal bar. Put the case that he has known them to be habitually imprisoned, whipped, neglected, cast out, neglected, cast out, qualified in all ways for the hangman, and growing up to be hanged. Put the case that here was one pretty little child out of the heap that could be saved. Put that last case to yourself very carefully, Pip. … Did he do right?"

"Take nothing on its looks, take everything on evidence. There is no better rule."

"Come close. Look at me. You're not afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since you were born?"

"Dear boy. … I thought you wasn't coming and yet I knew somehow that you would. … God bless you! You have never deserted me and what's best of all is you've been more comfortable alonger me since I was under a dark cloud... than... than when the sun shone. That's best of all."

"Pip! A young gentleman of great expectations."

"You may kiss me if you like. … Now you are to go home."

"Biddy, you have the best husband in the world. And, Joe, you've the best wife in the world."

"I have something to tell you. Can you understand what I say? You had a child once who you loved and lost. She lived and found powerful friends. She is living now. She is a lady and very beautiful. And I love her."

"I went to Richmond yesterday to speak to Estella, Miss Havisham, and finding that some wind had blown her here, I followed. What I have to say to Estella I will say before you in a few moments. It will not surprise you, it will not displease you. I'm as unhappy as you could ever have meant me to be. I have found out who my patron is. It isn't a fortunate discovery, and is not likely ever to enrich me in reputation, station, fortune, anything. But there are reasons why I can say no more of that. It is not my secret, but another's."

"As I watched Joe that Tuesday morning dressed grotesquely in a new suit, let me confess that if I could have kept him away by paying money I certainly would have paid money. In trying to become a gentleman I had succeeded in becoming a snob."

"Long after I'd gone to bed that night, I thought of Estella and how common she would consider Joe, a mere blacksmith. I thought how he and my sister were sitting in the kitchen and how Miss Havisham and Estella never sat in a kitchen, but were far above the level of such common things."

"MOWGLI, HALF-BOY, HALF WOLF . . . armed only with a knife and the love of a girl, meets the challenge of Shere Khan, the Killer Tiger!"

"I am of the jungle. Their lair is my lair. Their trail is my trail. Their fight is my fight."

"Quiet, you grinning black shadow! Quiet, grey brother. This is not our kill."

"In the beginning, you must think of nothing but silence, a silence so vast that ears can't hear it. Great trees like the pillars of the temple with furs like green carpets underneath; While above, under the dome of heaven where live the winged ones. The wind woods restless whispering across the roof of the world. These are the eaters of grass in a world of tall flesh. Early the little fawns must learn the lesson, Feet theirs make no noise, eyes that see in the dark, ears that heard the Leopard leaving his lair. For the Leopard lays by the law of claws and horns and fang. He will kill for hunger, and eat therof. But he'll never kill for killing sake, a law that all men break but jungle folks obey. These are the lords of the jungle, tribe of Hathi, the Silent ones. They go their way, eaters of grass in a world of carnage. But the wolves are the true hunters of the jungle and likes hunt while stick to their clan with a strict regard for hunting calls and tribal law. Free companion of the woods, they may fight and quarrel among their selfs and the strongest wolf must take the leadership. Yet jungle folks says that the wisest among them is the tribe of Baloo the bear He is a teacher of the jungle law. Yet there is one who knows no law. The barrel bodied mugger, the Crocodile. With his chin in his shallows and lust in his cold heart, hopping to drag dawn to the deeps all who wonder in his river banks. And in the legends of the jungle, there is a black prince; shrewdest of the lords of claw, horn and fang. As bold as a buffalo and as reckless as a wounded elephant. But the voice is soft as wild honey dripping from the tree and prier and master and afraid. Bagheera, the black panther. And now behold the villain of my tale; the killer, the man killer, the assassin who brought murder to the jungle clans. Shere Khan, the Tiger. It is said that when the first kill when he was Cain of some poor Abel of the glades; when he run from the scene of his first crime, the trees and creepers whip him with their branches and striped his yellow hide with the Mark of Cain. This evil lord they must have his dishlickers, his bullies for attendance. Tabaqui, the jackal, and the hyena; hungry for the scraps of the murderous master's feast. But my tale is not alone about outcast and heroes. I will tell you also of the rock snake Kaa; the wise one, the Oracle who taught Mother Eve the speech men use for trickery and sin. What is the book of life itself, but man's war with nature; the struggle between village and jungle. Under the mantle of wild creepers and great trees, many ruin cities lays forgotten in the pages of time where a thousand war chariots proclaim the might emigrated king before whom all men bow their heads nothing remains but a trellis for wild figs to sun upon. But what of the great Maharaja, the loser in this battles? He has left many such palaces to his cousins, the monkey folk. The Bander-logs, the outcast of the jungle. First, you must picture who I was, Milords. Buldeo, the mighty hunter. Was a long time ago and very far away, on a summer evening in the Seeonee hills"

"We're going to have a marketplace, and a temple, and a mighty city. Aye, we'll have all that if we can beat the jungle. But have you in your hundred years seen man win a war with nature?"

"Verily, you would have all of India in your picture. Nay, you would have the book of the jungle to read in my eyes."

"It's Out of this World!"

"I'll show you the mysteries--the wonders of the jungle's savage heart!"

"THE JUNGLE FIRE! A whole world ablaze as the jungle strikes back at those who would violate its secret code!"

"JEWELLED SECRET CITY..guarded by the jungle's fiercest denizens!"

"Sabu as Mowgli"

"Joseph Calleia as Buldeo"

"John Qualen as The barber"

"Frank Puglia as The pundit"

"Rosemary DeCamp as Messua"

"Patricia O'Rourke as Mahala"