Read Shepherd Project’s discussion of Kubo here.
His name is Kubo. His grandfather stole something from him and that really is the least of it.
I got two pennies and a lint ball. It’s good lint, too.
Old Woman Villager: Oh please! People like an ending!!!
Kubo: Hello Father. I hope you’re well. I mean, I know you’re dead, but, I hope you’re OK.
Kubo: I hear you are a great warrior who died saving my eye. I mean, two would have been ideal, but thanks anyway.
Kubo: Father? Helloooo… Anytime…
Sisters: We just need your other eye. Your grandfather admires it so.
Mother: Kubo, you must find the Armor. It’s your only chance. Remember this.
Monkey: Once inside you might be tempted to complain about the odor. Keep in mind my sense of smell is 10 times stronger than yours.
Kubo: You were a wooden charm. You were this big.
Kubo: You’re a mean monkey, aren’t you?
Monkey: Yes. Yes I am.
Monkey: This bracelet, her hair, is a memory and memories are powerful things.
Monkey: I’m tempted to say that trusting our fate to a small paper man is a bad idea, but it’s the best bad idea we have.
Kubo: Monkey, do you ever say anything encouraging?
Monkey: I encourage you not to die.
Monkey: Always remember: Don’t mess with the monkey.
Beetle: I’m either a samurai or a really bad hoarder.
Beetle: Stealth is my middle name.
Monkey: You don’t even have a first name.
Beetle: I, I, I, I don’t got this.
Kubo: It broke.
Beetle: I’m a little disappointed with this sword.
Beetle: Are you sure it isn’t the Sword Unfindable?
Beetle: If I’m Beetle and you’re Monkey, then why isn’t he called Boy?
Monkey: He uttered four simple words that changed everything.
Beetle: I love you, Monkey?
Monkey: You are my quest.
Beetle: I think I slept on something—Sword Uncomfortable.
Monkey: Seems I’m married to a bug.
Beetle: Yeah, but a Samurai bug.
Kubo: That was my fault. I should’ve listened to my parents.
Grandfather: As long as you cling to that silly, useless eye, you cannot come up to live with me. Up there with me there’s none of that [sickness and death].
Grandfather: You want to be human, then share their weakness… feel their pain.
Kubo: I know why you want my eye. Because without it, I can’t look into another’s eye and see their soul… It’s the most powerful kind of magic there is. It makes us stronger than you’ll ever be.
Kubo: These are the stories of the ones we’ve loved and lost. And if we tell their stories, you’ll never take them from us.
Grandfather: I seem to have forgotten my story. Can you help me?
Old Village Woman: I can help you. You are the kindest, sweetest man to have ever lived in this village.
Other Villagers: You give blankets to the poor… You’re a great example…
Grandfather: Turns out, I’m pretty selfless.