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Why, she simply said that you're a fat, pompous, bad tempered old tyrant!
-Cheshire Cat CC: You know? We could make her *really* angry! Shall we try? Alice: Oh, no, no! CC: Oh, but it's loads of fun!
-Cheshire Cat and Alice White Rabbit: ... And the King.
Voice in crowd: Hooray!
-Rabbit and a voice in crowd Of all the silly nonsense, this is the stupidest tea party I've ever been to in all my life.
-Alice Bud: I think she's pretty.
The Rose: Quiet, Bud.
-Bud and the Rose Alice: I mean my C-A-T.
Mad Hatter: Tea?
-Alice Mad Hatter Curiouser and curiouser.
-Alice Twinkle twinkle, little bat. How I wonder where you're at? Up above the world so high, Like a tea tray in the sky
-Dormouse Oh yes mustard! That'll do... Mustard? Don't let's be silly. Now lemon, that's different...
-Mad Hatter Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.
-Doornob I have an excellent idea, LETS CHANGE THE SUBJECT.
-MArch Hare Who's been painting my roses red? WHO'S BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED? Who dares to taint With vulgar paint The royal flower bed? For painting my roses red Someone will lose his head.
-Queen Can you stand on your head?
-Cheshire Cat But I don't want to go among mad people!" "Oh you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. (laughs) You may notice I'm not all there myself...
-Alice and Cheshire Cat If you think we're waxworks you ought to pay you know. (honk) But if you think we're alive you ought to speak to us.
-Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum Doorknob: "Sorry. You're much too big. Simply impassable."
Alice: "You mean 'impossible'."
Doorknob: "No, impassable. Nothing's impossible!
-Doorknob and Alice (singing) Oh, pardon me, but Mr. 3, why must you paint them red?
-Alice How do you do and shake hands, shake hands, shake hands. How do you do and shake hands and state your name and business. That's manners!
-Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum Alice: "Your Majesty, indeed...why, you're not a queen, but just a--a fat, pompous, bad-tempered, old ty!--tyrant." Tweedle-Dee: If you think we're waxworks you ought to pay, you know. Tweedle-Dum: If you think we're alive you ought to speak to us.
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