Queen of Hearts: Now, where do you come from? Alice: Well, I'm trying to find my way home... Queen of Hearts: Your way? All ways here are my ways! Alice: Yes, I know, but I was just thinking... Queen of Hearts: Curtsy while you're thinking. It saves ...
Alice: [after eating a mushroom] I'm tired of being only three inches high. [suddenly grows out of control] Alice: Yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi!
Daisy: What kind of a garden do you come from? Alice: Oh, I don't come from any garden. Daisy: Do you suppose she's a wildflower?
March Hare: I have an excellent idea, LETS CHANGE THE SUBJECT.
White Rabbit: We need a lazard with a liddle... a lad... can you help us? Bill: At your service, gov'nor. Dodo: Bill, my lad. Have you ever been down a chimney? Bill: Why, gov'nor, I've been down more chimneys... Dodo: Excellent, excellent. Now just ...
Doorknob: D'ooooh! Alice: Oh! I beg your pardon... Doorknob: Whew. Quite all right, but you did give me quite a turn. Alice: You see, I was following... Doorknob: Rather good, what? Doorknob? Turn? Since one good turn deserves another, what can I do ...
Dodo: I say, you'll never get dry that way. Alice: Get dry? Dodo: Have to run with the others. First rule of a caucus race, you know.
Tweedle Dum: If you think we're waxworks, you ought to pay, you know. Tweedle Dee: Contrariwise, if you think we're alive you ought to speak to us. Tweedle Dum, Tweedle Dee: That's logic.
Alice: Oh, pooh. I'm not afraid of you. Why, you're nothing but a pack of cards.
Mad Hatter: No wonder you're late. Why, this watch is exactly two days slow.
Alice: Curiosity often leads to trouble.
Mad Hatter: What's the matter my dear, don't you care for tea? Alice: Why, yes. I'm very fond of tea. March Hare: If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation!
Queen of Hearts: Now... are you ready for your sentence? Alice: Sentence? But there has to be a verdict first... Queen of Hearts: Sentence first! Verdict afterwards. Alice: But that just isn't the way... Queen of Hearts: [shouting] All ways are...! A...
White Rabbit: Her Imperial Highness, Her Grace, Her Excellency, Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of Hearts! [Crowd cheers] White Rabbit: ... And the King. Voice in crowd: Hooray!
Alice: Well, it all started when I was sitting on the river bank with Dinah. March Hare: Very interesting - Who's Dinah? [Pants lasciviously] Alice: Oh, Dinah's my cat. You see... Dormouse: Cat? CAT!
White Rabbit: Your Majesty, members of the jury, loyal subjects... and the King... the prisoner at the bar stands accused of enticing Her Majesty, the Queen of Hearts, into a game of croquet, thereby and with malice of forethought, molesting, torment...
Queen of Hearts: And who is this? King of Hearts: Let me see, my dear. It's certainly not a heart. Do you suppose it's a club?
King of Hearts: Rule 42: All persons more than a mile high must leave the court immediately. Alice: I am not a mile high, and I'm not leaving. Queen of Hearts: Sorry. Rule 42, you know.
