Hugo: Did you ever notice that all machines are made for some rea­son? They are built to make you laugh, or tell the time, or to fill you with won­der. Maybe that’s why a bro­ken machine always makes me a lit­tle sad, because it isn’t able to do what it was meant to do.

Maybe it’s the same with peo­ple. If you lose your pur­pose … it’s like you’re broken.

Isabelle: Like Papa Georges?

Hugo: Maybe … maybe we can fix him.

Isabelle: So is that your pur­pose? Fix­ing things?

Hugo: I don’t know. Maybe.

Isabelle: Then what’s my pur­pose?

Hugo: I don’t know.

Hugo: I like to imag­ine that the world is one big machine. You know machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact num­ber and type of parts they need.

So I fig­ure if the entire world is big machine, I have to be here for some rea­son. And that means you have to be here for some rea­son, too.