Alice Kingsley: I've been shrunk, stretched, scratched and stuffed into a teapot!
Lady Ascot: Do you know what I fear most?
Alice Kingsley: The decline of the aristocracy?
Lady Ascot: Ugly grandchildren.
The Mad Hatter: What is the hatter with me?
The Red Queen: Never mind him. He's mad.
The Mad Hatter: Yes, yes-but you would have to be half-mad to dream me up.
Cheshire Cat: How's the arm, love?
Alice: Curiosity often leads to trouble.
[after they have restrained the Dormouse]
Mad Hatter: Ah thank goodness! Those are the things that upset me!
March Hare: See all the trouble you started?
Alice: But I didn't think...
March Hare: Ah, that's just it. If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk.
[Alice falls down the rabbit hole and her dress poofs up like a parachute]
Alice: Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs.
March Hare: I have an excellent idea, LET'S CHANGE THE SUBJECT!
Mad Hatter: Mustard! Yes, mu- MUSTARD? Don't let's be silly! Lemon, that's different...
Alice Kingsley: How's *this* for muchness?
The Red Queen: How would you like to have your head hacked off?
The Mad Hatter: [chuckles]
The Red Queen: Stop that.
Lady Ascot: Imbeciles! The garden is planted with white roses when I've specifically asked the red.
Alice Kingsley: You can always paint the roses red.
Lady Ascot: What an odd thing to say.
Alice Kingsley: I *make* the path!
Blue Caterpillar: I can't help you if you don't even know who you are, stupid girl.
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?
