The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe

Lucy:
Oh, Aslan! You're not dead, Aslan!

Aslan:
Do I look dead?

[Aslan is breathing on a giant to break the witch's stone spell and restore him to life]

Lucy:
Oh, look! Is it safe?

Aslan:
Oh, yes. Once the feet are put right, the rest of him will follow.

Lucy:
That wasn't exactly what I meant.

Mr. Beaver:
Mrs. Beaver! We really must be *out* of this!

The White Witch:
How do I know this promise will be kept?

Aslan:
ROARRRRRRRR!

[the children and beavers are planning to go on the run to find Aslan and Mrs Beaver is insisting on taking loads of supplies]

Mrs. Beaver:
I don't suppose the sewing machine is too heavy to take?

Mr. Beaver:
Yes it is! Anyway you didn't think you'd be able to use it when we were on the run now did you?

Mrs. Beaver:
I just can't abide the thought of that witch fiddling with it and breaking it or stealing it most likely as not.

Peter Pevensie:
It's a beaver, I saw its tail!

Edmund Pevensie:
WHY did we have to go? I'd much rather stay in London and see the war!

Peter Pevensie:
This war is going to be very nasty, Edmund! Which is why we're all being sent away!

Edmund Pevensie:
Spoil-sports grownups...

Susan Pevensie:
They're doing it for our sakes, Edmund! When the bombs stop falling on London...

Lucy:
[turns to Susan, and clutches her arm] I wish Mother and Nanny could've come with us...

Edmund Pevensie:
Well, I don't think it's fair. They'd be right there! In all the excitement!

Peter Pevensie:
All that danger, you mean! Don't talk such a tosh...

Susan Pevensie:
We are lucky, Edmund! We're going away deep into the countryside, where we'll be safe!

Edmund Pevensie:
Yes. And you know WHY we'll be safe! Because in the country, NOTHING ever happens!

Mr. Beaver:
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight. At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more. When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death. And when he shakes his mane, it will be spring again.

[about Aslan]

Lucy:
Is he... safe?

Mr. Beaver:
Safe? Don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Of course he isn't safe... but... he's GOOD... He's the King.

Mr. Beaver:
Are you the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve?

Peter Pevensie:
Well, we're some of them.

Peter Pevensie:
I couldn't eat another thing!

Susan Pevensie:
Marmalade roll!

Mrs. Beaver:
Now will you eat another thing?

Maugrim:
[after finding out Edmund is spying for the queen] "Come in. Come in! Fortunate favorite of the queen!"

Maugrim:
[waits until Edmund has gone inside] "... or perhaps not so fortunate..."