King Miraz: Tell me, Prince Edmund...
Edmund Pevensie: King.
King Miraz: I beg your pardon.
Edmund Pevensie: It's King Edmund, actually. Just King, though. Peter's the High King.
[awkward pause]
Edmund Pevensie: I know, it's confusing.
Lucy Pevensie: I was so tall.
Susan Pevensie: You were older then.
Edmund Pevensie: As opposed to hundreds of years later... when you're younger.
Peter Pevensie: That's the trouble with girls. You can't carry a map in your heads.
Lucy Pevensie: That's because our heads have something in them.
[watching Susan kiss Caspian goodbye]
Lucy Pevensie: I'm sure when I'm older, I'll understand.
Edmund Pevensie: I'm older and I don't think I *want* to understand...
Edmund Pevensie: [after no one believes that Lucy had really seen Aslan] The last time I didn't believe Lucy, I ended up looking pretty stupid.
[Lucy wonders why Aslan hasn't ridden in to save the day]
Aslan: Things never happen the same way twice, dear one.
[the Pevensies are preparing to leave Narnia]
Prince Caspian: I wish we could have had more time together.
Susan Pevensie: We never would have worked, anyway.
Prince Caspian: Why not?
Susan Pevensie: Well, I am 1300 years older than you.
[after destroying the ice wall, which summons the White Witch]
Edmund Pevensie: [to Peter] I know, you had it sorted.
Lucy Pevensie: I wonder who lived here.
Susan Pevensie: [picks up a small gold statue] I think we did.
Edmund Pevensie: Hey, that's mine! From my chess set!
Peter Pevensie: Which chess set?
Edmund Pevensie: Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?
Edmund Pevensie: [to Miraz concerning the proposed duel to the death] So you're bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?
Lucy Pevensie: Oh my gosh, he's so cute.
Reepicheep: [Reepicheep draws his sword and looks around] Who said that?
Lucy Pevensie: Um, sorry.
[last lines]
Edmund Pevensie: Do you think there's any way we can go back?
Edmund Pevensie: [the Pevensies all stare at him] I left my new torch in Narnia.
[Miraz and Peter are preparing to duel]
King Miraz: There is still time to surrender.
Peter Pevensie: Well, feel free.
King Miraz: How many more must die for the throne?
Peter Pevensie: Just one.
[he attacks]
Prince Caspian: [offers Susan the horn] Look. Maybe it is time you had this back.
Susan Pevensie: Why don't you hold on to it. You might need to call me again.
Lucy Pevensie: [riding away with Susan] You might need to call me again?
Susan Pevensie: Oh, shut up.
Reepicheep: We were expecting someone taller!
Trumpkin: You're one to talk.
Reepicheep: Is that supposed to be irony?
