Walrus: The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things / Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings / And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings / Calloo, Callay, come run away / With the cabbages and kings.
Dormouse: Twinkle twinkle, little bat / How I wonder what you're at? / Up above the world you fly / Like a tea tray in the sky.
Alice: Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are, until someone finds you. But who'd ever think to look for me here?
[sigh]
Alice: Good advice. If I listened earlier, I wouldn't be here. But that's just the trouble with me. I give myself very good advice.
[sings]
Alice: But I very seldom
follow it. That explains the trouble that I'm always in. Be patient, is very good advice, but the waiting makes me curious. And I'd love the change. Should something strange begin?
[begins to cry]
Alice: Well... I went along my merry way, and I never stopped to reason. I should've known there'd be a price to pay, someday... Someday... I give myself very good advice,
but I very seldom follow it!
[cries harder]
Alice: Will I ever learn to do the things I should?
[continues crying]
Caterpillar: Recite.
Alice: Oh. Yes sir. How doth the little busy bee improve each...
Caterpillar: Stop. That is not spoken correctically. It goes: How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail. And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale. How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws. And welcomes
little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
Alice: Well, I must say, I've never heard it that way before.
Caterpillar: I know. I have improoooved it.
Alice Kingsley: Aunt Imogene, I think I'm going mad. I keep seeing a rabbit in a waistcoat.
Aunt Imogene: Can't be bothered with your fancy rabbit now. I'm waiting for my fiance.
Alice Kingsley: You have a fiance?
Aunt Imogene: Hmm.
Alice Kingsley: [sees White Rabbit again] There! Did
you see it?
Aunt Imogene: [ignores] He's a prince. But alas, he cannot marry me unless he renounces his throne. It's tragic, isn't it?
Alice Kingsley: Very.