Alice in Wonderland

Cheshire Cat:
Oh, by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.

Alice:
Who did?

Cheshire Cat:
The White Rabbit.

Alice:
He did?

Cheshire Cat:
He did what?

Alice:
Went that way.

Cheshire Cat:
Who did?

Alice:
The White Rabbit.

Cheshire Cat:
What rabbit?

Alice:
But didn't you just say-I mean-Oh, dear.

Alice:
Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs.

Alice:
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Alice:
Oh, I don't come from any garden.

Cheshire Cat:
If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.

Alice:
The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...

Cheshire Cat:
Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction.

Alice:
Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him...

Cheshire Cat:
Of course, he's mad, too.

Alice:
But I don't want to go among mad people.

Cheshire Cat:
Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.

Cheshire Cat:
You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.

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 wigs / Calloo, Callay, come run away / With the cabbages and kings.

Doorknob:
Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.

Alice:
It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.

March Hare:
There's only one way to stop a MAD WATCH.

March Hare:
I have an excellent idea, LETS CHANGE THE SUBJECT.

Queen of Hearts:
Off with their heads.

Queen of Hearts:
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.

Card Painter:
Oh please, your majesty, please! He did it!

Card Painter:
Not me, your grace! The ace, the ace!

Queen of Hearts:
You?

Card Painter:
No, two!

Queen of Hearts:
The two, you say?

Card Painter:
Not me! The three!

Queen of Hearts:
That's enough! Off with their heads!

White Rabbit:
We need a liddard with a lazzer... a ladder with a lizzard... can you help us?

Bill:
At your service, gov'nor.

Dodo:
Bill, my lad. Have you ever been down a chimney?

Bill:
Have I been down a chimney? Why I've been down more chimneys...

Dodo:
Good. Now just hop down the chimney and drag that monster out of there.

Bill:
Righto... Monster? Aaaaah!

Mad Hatter:
Would you like a little more tea?

Alice:
Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more.

March Hare:
Ah, you mean you can't very well take less.

Mad Hatter:
Yes. You can always take more than nothing.

Dodo:
Ahoy, and other nautical expressions!

Doorknob:
Ow!

Alice:
Oh! I'm terribly sorry.

Doorknob:
Quite all right, but you did give me quite a turn.

Alice:
You see, I was chasing this...

Doorknob:
Rather good, what? Doorknob? Turn? Since one good turn deserves another, what can I do for you?

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.

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?

Tweedle Dum:
If you think we're waxworks, you ought to pay, you know.

Tweedle Dee:
Contrarywise, if you think we're alive you ought to speak to us.

Tweedle Dee:

Dormouse:
Twinkle twinkle, little bat / How I wonder where you're at? / Up above the world so high / Like a tea tray in the sky.

Alice:
Oh, pooh. I'm not afraid of you. Why, you're nothing but a pack of cards.

Alice:
Unbirthday? I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand.

March Hare:
It's very simple. Now, thirty days has Septem -No. wait... An unbirthday, if you have a birthday, then you -

March Hare:
She doesn't know what an unbirthday is.

Alice:
Curiouser and curiouser.

Mad Hatter:
Mustard? Mustard? Don't let's be silly.

Alice:
I'm sorry I interrupted your birthday party.

March Hare:
Birthday? My dear child this is not a birthday party.

Mad Hatter:
Of course not. This is an unbirthday party.

Mad Hatter:
Clean cup, clean cup. Move down, move down, move down.

Queen of Hearts:
I warn you child, if I lose my temper, you lose your head. Understand?

March Hare:
My 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, you shouldn't talk.

Alice:
Oh, but that's nonsense. Flowers can't talk.

The Rose:
But of course we can talk, my dear.

The Rose:
Quiet, Bud.

Mad Hatter:
No wonder you're late. Why, this watch is exactly two days slow.

Alice:
In my world, the books would be nothing but pictures.

Alice:
Curiosity often leads to trouble.

Alice:
I simply must get through!

Doorknob:
Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible.

Alice:
You mean impossible?

Doorknob:
No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.

White Rabbit:
Why, Mary Ann! What are you doing out here?

Alice:
Mary Ann?

White Rabbit:
Don't just do something, stand there... Uh... no no! Go go! Go get my gloves! I'm late!

Alice:
But late for what? That's just what I...

White Rabbit:
My gloves!

White Rabbit:
At once, do you hear!

Alice:
Goodness. I suppose I'll be taking orders from Dinah next.

Alice:
You can learn a lot of things from the flowers... Huh! Seems to me they could learn a few things about manners!

Caterpillar:
Who are you?

Caterpillar:
Recite.

Alice:
Oh. Yes sir. How doth the little bumblebee 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.

Caterpillar:
By the way, I have a few more helpful hints. One side will make you grow taller...

Alice:
One side of what?

Caterpillar:
...and the other side will make you grow shorter.

Alice:
The other side of what?

Caterpillar:
THE MUSHROOM, OF COURSE!

Mad Hatter:
Do 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!

Alice:
When I get home I shall write a book about this place... If I ever do get home.

Cheshire Cat:
All ways here you see, are the QUEEN'S WAYS!

Alice:
But I've never met any queen.

Cheshire Cat:
You haven't? You haVEN'T? Oh, but you must! She'll be mad about you, simply mad!

Alice:
How can I find her?

Cheshire Cat:
Well, some go this way, some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the shortcut.

Cheshire Cat:
You know? We could make her REALLY angry! Shall we try?

Alice:
Oh no no!

Cheshire Cat:
Oh, but it's loads of fun!

King of Hearts:
What do you know about this unfortunate affair?

March Hare:
Nothing.

Queen of Hearts:
Nothing whatever?

March Hare:
NOTHING WHATEVER!

Queen of Hearts:
THAT'S VERY IMPORTANT! Jury, write that down!

Alice:
...Yes?

Caterpillar:
...Keep your temper.

Alice:
Is that all?

Caterpillar:
No. "Exaketededly" what is your problem?

Alice:
Well its exak... exact... Its precisely this. I should like to be a little larger, sir.

Caterpillar:
Why?

Alice:
Well, after all, three inches is such a *wretched* height.

Caterpillar:
*suddenly angry* I am "exaketededly" three inches high, AND IT IS A VERY GOOD HEIGHT INDEEED!

Alice:
But I'm not used to it. And you needn't SHOUT!

Bird in the Tree:
A serpent! Help! Help! Serpent! Serpeeent!

Alice:
But please! Please!

Bird in the Tree:
Off with you! Shoo! Shoo! Help! Serpent!

Alice:
I'm not a serpent.

Bird in the Tree:
You're not? Then just what are you?

Alice:
I'm just a little girl.

Bird in the Tree:
Little? Little?

Alice:
Well, I am... I mean, I was.

Bird in the Tree:
And I suppose you don't like eggs, either?

Alice:
Yes, I like eggs, but...

Bird in the Tree:
Aha! I knew it! I knew it! A serpent! Serpent! Serpeeeent!

Alice:
Oh, for goodness sake!

White Rabbit:
Her Imperial Highness, Her Grace, Her Excelency, Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of Hearts!

White Rabbit:
... And the King.

Alice:
Well, it all started when I was sitting on the river bank with Dinah.

March Hare:
Very interesting - Who's Dinah?

Alice:
Oh, Dinah's my cat. You see...

Dormouse:
Cat? CAT!

Alice:
That is stupidest tea party I've ever been to in all my life.

[ALICE in WONDERLAND In adaptation of LEWIS CARROL'S The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass COLOR BY TECHNICOLOR]

Chorus:
Alice in Wonderland

Male Chorus:
How do you get to Wonderland?

Female Chorus:
Over the hill or Underland

or just behind the tree

When clouds go rolling by

Male Chorus:
They roll away and leave the sky

Female Chorus:
Where is the land beyond the eye

That people cannot see?

Where can it be?

Male Chorus:
Where do stars go

Where is the crescent moon?

Female Chorus:
They must be somewhere in the sunny afternoon

Chorus:
Alice in Wonderland

Female Chorus:
Where is the path to Wonderland?

Chorus:
Over the hill or here or there?

I wonder where...

[The Song's main title theme]

[First Lines]

Alice's sister:
[reading from a history book] "... leaders, and had been of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the Earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: and even Stigand..." Alice? [camera zooms out to show Alice sitting in a tree, playing with Dinah and making a chain of daisies]

Alice:
Hmm? Oh, I'm listening.

Alice's sister:
"And even Stigand, the archbishop of Canterbury, agreed to meet with William and offer him the crown. William's conduct at first was moderate." [Alice laughs as her daisy crown falls on her sister's face]

Alice's Sister:
Alice? Will you kindly pay attention to your history lesson?

Alice:
I'm sorry, but how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?

Alice's Sister:
My dear child, there are a great many good books in this world without pictures.

Alice:
In this world, perhaps, but in my world, the books would be nothing but pictures.

Alice's Sister:
Your world? Huh! What nonsense.

Alice:
[getting inspiration] Nonsense?

Alice's Sister:
Once more, from the beginning.

Alice:
[to her cat] That's it, Dinah. If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be it would. You see? [Dinah meows to her, shaking her head] In my world, you wouldn't say "meow". You'd say, "Yes, Miss Alice". [Dinah meows] Oh, but you would. You'd be just like people, Dinah. And all the other animals too. Why, in my world... Cats and rabbits / would reside in fancy little houses, / and be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers. / In a world of my own... / All the flowers / would have very extra special powers. / They would sit and talk to me for hours / when I'm lonely in a world of my own. / There'd be new birds, / lots of nice and friendly how-de-do birds. / Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds / within that world of my own. / I could listen to a babbling brook and hear a song that I could understand. / I keep wishing it could be that way / because my world would be a Wonderland.

Alice:
Oh, Dinah. It's just a rabbit with a waistcoat... and a watch!

Rabbit:
Oh, my fur and whiskers! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!

Alice:
Now this is curious. What could a rabbit possibly be late for? [running after him] Please, sir!

Rabbit:
I'm late, I'm late. For a very important date. No time to say "hello". Goodbye. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.

Doorknob:
Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.

Alice:
[reading the bottle's label] "Drink Me". [uncorks the bottle] Hm, better look first. For if one drinks much from a bottle marked "Poison", it's almost certain to disagree with one sooner or later.

Doorknob:
Beg your pardon?

Alice:
[laughs] I was just giving myself some good advice. [sighs] But... [drinks from the "Drink Me" bottle] Mmm... tastes like, uh... cherry tart. [unknowingly shrinks down to the size of the table; takes another sip] Custard. [shrinks down again, barely holding onto the bottle; takes another drink] Pineapple. [shrinks down so much, she's now even smaller than the bottle itself and struggling with its weight] Roast turkey - [finally aware of the potion's effect] Goodness! [unable to support the bottle any longer, she slips and drops it; the "Drink Me" label covers her] What did I do?!

Doorknob:
[chuckles] You almost went out like a candle!

Alice:
[runs up to the Doorknob; delighted] But look! I'm just the right size!

[She's about to open the door, but the Doorknob pulls away.]

Doorknob:
No use. [laughs] I forgot to tell you. I'm locked!

Alice:
Oh, no!

Doorknob:
[stops laughing] But of course, you've got the key, so-

Alice:
What key?

Doorknob:
Now, don't tell me you've left it up there?!

[A key magically appears on the table Alice can no longer reach.]

Alice:
Oh dear!

Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum:
[singing together] How do ya do and shake hands, shake hands, shake hands. How do ya do and shake hands and state your name and business. [both spoken]

Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum:
That's manners!

Alice:
[after the Walrus and the Carpenter] That was a very sad story.

Tweedle Dee:
Aye, but there's a moral to it.

Alice:
Oh, a very good moral, if you happen to be an oyster.

Dodo:
[singing] We'll blow the thing there out, we'll smoke the monster out!

White Rabbit:
[singing] We'll smoke the monster ou... [realizes what he just sang]

White Rabbit:
NO! No-ho! My poor house and furniture!

The Rose:
Girls! We shall sing "Golden Afternoon". That's about all of us.

Alice:
Oh, but that's nonsense. Flowers can't talk.

Rose:
But of course we can talk, my dear.

Iris:
If there's anyone worth talking to.

Daisy:
Or about.

Daisy:
What kind of a garden do you come from?

Alice:
Oh, I don't come from any garden.

Daisy:
[gasps, to Iris] Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Alice:
[giggles] Oh, no. I'm not a wildflower.

Rose:
Just what species or, shall we say, genus are you, my dear?

Alice:
Well, I guess you would call me... genus, humanus... Alice.

Daisy:
Ever see an alice with a blossom like that?

Iris:
Come to think of it, did you ever see an Alice?

Caterpillar:
[meeting Alice] Who... 'R'... 'U'?

Alice:
I- I hardly know, sir. I've changed so many times since this morning, you see...

Caterpillar:
I do not 'C.' Explain yourself.

Alice:
I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir, because I'm not myself, you know.

Caterpillar:
I do not know.

Alice:
Well, I can't put it any more clearly, sir, for it isn't clear to me.

Caterpillar:
'U'? Who 'R' 'U'?

Alice:
Oh, dear, everything is so confusing.

Caterpillar:
It is not.

Alice:
Well, it is to me.

Caterpillar:
Why?

Alice:
Well, I can't remember things like I used to, and...

Caterpillar:
Recite.

Alice:
Hm? Oh! Oh, yes, sir. Um, how doth the little bumblebee improve each...

Caterpillar:
Stop. That is not spoken correctically. It goes: How... [realizes nothing is coming out of his pipe and notices one of his set of hands grasping on the tube, clogging it; it slaps the hands to get it off the pipe; Alice giggles a bit, but the Caterpillar gives Alice a displeasing look] How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail. And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale. How cheer... [shakes a bit] How cheer... [notices one set of feet teetering on the leaf he's sitting on; he grabs them and puts them back on the leaf; Alice giggles again] 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:
[the Caterpillar has called a very frustrated Alice back so he can finish the conversation] Well?

Caterpillar:
Keep your temper.

Alice:
Is that all?

Caterpillar:
No. "Exaketededly", what is your problem?

Alice:
Well, it's exak... exact... Well, it's precisely this. I should like to be a little larger, sir.

Caterpillar:
Why?

Alice:
Well, after all, three inches is such a wretched height, and...

Caterpillar:
[suddenly angry] I am "exaketededly" three inches high, and it is a very good height, indeed!

Alice:
But I'm not used to it. And you needn't... *shout*!

Cheshire Cat: [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Alice:
Now where in the world do you suppose that...?

Cheshire Cat:
Lose something?

Alice:
[turns around to find just the Cat's smile talking to her] Oh! Uh, hehe, I...I, no, no, I mean, I, I was just wondering...

Cheshire Cat: Oh, that's...quite all right. One moment please. [two eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears] Second chorus. [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.

Alice:
Why, why you're a cat!

Cheshire Cat:
A Cheshire Cat. [starts to disappear] All mimsy were the borogroves...

Alice:
Oh, wait! Don't go, please!

Cheshire Cat:
[reappears] There you are! Third chorus...

Alice:
Oh, no, no. Thank you, but I just wanted to ask which way I ought to go.

Cheshire Cat:
Well that depends on where you ought to get to.

Alice:
Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as I...

Cheshire Cat:
Then it really doesn't matter which way you go. Oh by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.

Alice:
Who did?

Cheshire Cat:
The White Rabbit.

Alice:
He did?

Chesire Cat:
He did what?

Alice:
He went that way.

Chesire Cat:
Who did?

Alice:
The white rabbit!

Chesire Cat:
What rabbit?

Alice:
But didn't you just say-? I mean- Oh dear!

Chesire Cat:
Can you stand on your head? If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.

Alice:
The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...

Cheshire Cat:
Or, there's the March Hare, in that direction.

Alice:
Oh, thank you. I think i shall visit him...

Cheshire Cat:
Of course, he's mad, too.

Alice:
But I don't want to go among mad people!

Cheshire Cat:
Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally and begins to disappear] You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.

Alice:
I'm sorry I interrupted your birthday party. [March Hare offers her a cup of tea] Thank you.

March Hare:
[yanks her teacup away] Birthday? My dear child, this is NOT a birthday party!

Mad Hatter:
Of course not. This is an unbirthday party.

Alice:
Unbirthday? I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand.

March Hare:
It's very simple. Now, thirty days has Septem -No. wait... An unbirthday, if you have a birthday, then you - [laughs] She doesn't know what an unbirthday is.

Mad Hatter:
What's the matter, my dear? Don't you care for tea?

Alice:
Why, yes. I'm very fond of tea, but-

March Hare:
If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation!

Alice:
[frustrated] Well, I've been trying to ask you-

March Hare:
I have an excellent idea. Let's change the subject.

Mad Hatter:
Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Alice:
Riddles? [to herself] Let me see. Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Mad Hatter:
I beg your pardon?

Alice:
Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Mad Hatter:
[shocked] WHY IS A WHAT?!

March Hare:
[nervously] Careful! SHE'S STARK RAVING MAD!

Alice:
But it's your silly riddle. You just said...

Mad Hatter:
[nervously] Easy! Don't get excited!

March Hare:
[trying to make peace with Alice] How about a nice cup of tea?

Alice:
[angrily] "Have a cup of tea" indeed! Well, I'M sorry, but I just HAVEN'T the time!

March Hare:
THE TIME! THE TIME! WHO'S GOT THE TIME?

White Rabbit:
N-n-n-no time, no time, no time! Hello, good bye, I'm late, I'm late.

Alice:
The rabbit!

White Rabbit:
I'm so late! I'm so very late.

Mad Hatter:
[snatching the White Rabbit's Watch] Well, no wonder you're late! Why this clock is EXACTLY two days slow!

Rabbit:
Two days slow?

Mad Hatter:
Of course you're late! [chuckles as he dunks the watch in the tea] MY GOODNESS! We'll have to look into this. [places a salt shaker over his eye and uses it as a jeweler's eyepiece ] AHA! I see what's wrong with it! [starts to pry parts out of the watch with a fork ] Why, this watch is full of wheels!

Rabbit:
[shocked] OH, MY POOR WATCH!! OH, MY WHEELS! AND SPRINGS! But-but-but-but-but-but-

Mad Hatter:
BUTTER! Of course! It NEEDS some butter. BUTTER!!!

March Hare:
[shouts into Rabbit's ear] BUTTER!!!

Rabbit:
[confused] B-b-butter?

Mad Hatter:
Butter! Oh, thank you! Ha ha! Yes! That's FINE! Yes, thank you!

Rabbit:
Oh, no, no! No, no! No! You'll get crumbs in it!

Mad Hatter:
Oh, THIS is the VERY BEST butter! [throws butter in rabbit's face] What are you talking about?

March Hare:
Tea?

Mad Hatter:
Oh, tea! I never THOUGHT of tea before! OF COURSE!

Rabbit:
NO!

Mad Hatter:
TEA! HEHEHE!

Rabbit:
[shocked] NO! NOT TEA!

March Hare:
Sugar?

Mad Hatter:
SUGAR! TWO SPOONS! Yes, ha, TWO SPOONS thank you, Yes! (jams the spoons straight into the watch)

Rabbit:
[shocked] OH, PLEASE! BE CAREFUL!

March Hare:
JAM?

Mad Hatter:
JAM! I FORGOT ALL ABOUT JAM!

Rabbit:
NO! NO! NOT JAM!

Mad Hatter:
Yes, sure you want. It's nice to see.

March Hare:
MUSTARD??

Mad Hatter:
Mustard! yes...huh? MUSTARD?! DON'T LET'S BE SILLY!!! LEMON, that's different, that's... yes. THAT should work! Hahaha! [watch starts going crazy] LOOK AT THAT!

March Hare:
IT'S GOING MAD!

Alice:
OH, MY GOODNESS!

Rabbit:
OH, DEAR!

Mad Hatter:
I DON'T UNDERSTAND! IT'S THE BEST BUTTER!

March Hare:
IT'S GOING MAD! MAD WATCH! MAD WATCH! MAD WATCH!!!

Mad Hatter:
OH, MY GOODNESS! OH, DEAR, LOOK AT THAT!

March Hare:
THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO STOP A MAD WATCH! [smashes watch with a mallet; scene changes from color to black and white, then color again]

Mad Hatter:
Two days slow. That's what it is.

Alice:
Oh, dear. Now, I--now, I shall never get out. Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are, until someone finds you. B-But who'd ever think to look for me here? [sigh] 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] 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] 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] Will I ever learn to do the things I should? [continues crying]

Chorus:
Will I ever learn / learn to do the things I should?

Cheshire Cat:
[singing in disappear] Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm / And the mome raths outgrabe

Alice:
Oh, Cheshire Cat, it's you!

Cheshire Cat:
Whom did you expect? The white rabbit, perchance?

Alice:
Oh, no, no, no. I-I'm through with rabbits. I want to go home! [blows nose] But I can't find my way.

Cheshire Cat:
Naturally. That's because you have no way. All ways here you see, are the QUEEN'S WAYS!

Alice:
But I've never met any queen.

Cheshire Cat:
You haven't? You ha-VEN'T? Oh, but you must! She'll be mad about you, simply mad! [chuckles, then rolls over and almost disappears] The mome raths outgrabe...

Alice:
Please, please! H-How can I find her?

Cheshire Cat:
Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut.

Alice:
I'm sorry, but how could everyone possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?

Alice:
[while crawling through the rabbit hole] After all, we've haven't been invited...and curiousity often leads to trouble! [As Alice finishes her sentence, she falls down the hole]

Alice:
Oh, yes. I was sitting on the riverbank with uh... with... You-Know-Who.

Card Painter, Card Painter, Card Painter:
Painting the roses red / We're painting the roses red / We dare to stop or waste a drop / So let the paint be spread / We're painting the roses red / We're painting the roses red / Bum bum bum bum / Oh-h-h-h / Painting the roses red / And many a tear we shed

Card Painter:
Because we know

Card Painter, Card Painter:
They'll cease to grow

Card Painter:
In fact, they'll soon be dead

Card Painter, Card Painter:
Oh!

Card Painter, Card Painter, Card Painter:
And yet we got ahead / Painting the roses red / Red, red, red, red / Red, red, red, red / Painting the roses red / We're painting the roses red...

Alice:
[singing] Oh, pardon me, but, Mr. 3 / Why must you paint them red?

Alice:
[to the pink flamingo mallet] Do you want us both to lose our heads?!