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Memoir of a Snail

Despite our clapping this time Dad never woke

Despite our clapping this time Dad never woke

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Despite our clapping
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this time Dad never woke.
Duration
10 seconds
Views
39
Timestamp in Movie
00:23:18
Uploaded
Feb 18, 2025
Genres
animation, drama
Production
Arenamedia,Screen Australia

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Movie Summary

A bittersweet memoir of a melancholic woman called Grace Pudel - a hoarder of snails, romance novels, and guinea pigs.
I sprinkled him into his jellybean jar. - Memoir of a Snail 00:06
I sprinkled him into his jellybean jar.
His ashes given to us in a cardboard box. - Memoir of a Snail 00:07
His ashes given to us in a cardboard box.
We had no relatives, - Memoir of a Snail 00:09
We had no relatives,
Come on, you two. Let's go. - Memoir of a Snail 00:06
Come on, you two. Let's go.
And we were to be sent to foster homes in separate states. - Memoir of a Snail 00:06
And we were to be sent to foster homes in separate states.
We had no relatives, and no one wanted to adopt twins. - Memoir of a Snail 00:06
We had no relatives, and no one wanted to adopt twins.
DENISE: Hurry up. Say your goodbyes. - Memoir of a Snail 00:05
DENISE: Hurry up. Say your goodbyes.
Especially weird ones like us. - Memoir of a Snail 00:05
Especially weird ones like us.
- GILBERT: Bye, Gracie. - (HONKS HORN) - Memoir of a Snail 00:08
- GILBERT: Bye, Gracie. - (HONKS HORN)
Look after it, Gilbert. - Memoir of a Snail 00:05
Look after it, Gilbert.
The last time I smelled his scent of burnt matches. - Memoir of a Snail 00:06
The last time I smelled his scent of burnt matches.
We never got to sprinkle Dad off the Big Dipper. - Memoir of a Snail 00:05
We never got to sprinkle Dad off the Big Dipper.
That was the last time I saw my brother. - Memoir of a Snail 00:06
That was the last time I saw my brother.
The last time I smelt his scent of burnt matches. - Memoir of a Snail 00:06
The last time I smelt his scent of burnt matches.
We had no choice but to move onwards. - Memoir of a Snail 00:05
We had no choice but to move onwards.
Our lives were turned upside down and back to front, Sylvia. - Memoir of a Snail 00:07
Our lives were turned upside down and back to front, Sylvia.
Some people even wore helmets driving. - Memoir of a Snail 00:05
Some people even wore helmets driving.
Upwards. Sidewards. - Memoir of a Snail 00:05
Upwards. Sidewards.
Back then, Canberra wasn't the exciting place it is today. - Memoir of a Snail 00:06
Back then, Canberra wasn't the exciting place it is tod...
I was sent to live with a childless couple in Canberra - Memoir of a Snail 00:11
I was sent to live with a childless couple in Canberra