Dr. Lydgate: The question we have to answer today is which is the real performance? Little girl with tales of tea parties and barbaric queens, or the young lady who says it was just her imagination.
Alice: The little girl was a fool.
Dr. Lydgate: And the lady?
Alice: She knows what really happened.
Cyrus: What are you doing in my bottle?
Alice: Turn me in and I get big. right her, right now, burst your house into a million shiny pieces.
Cyrus: We wouldn't want that now, would we? Good bottles are hard to find these days.
Cyrus: So we're both strangers in this most strange land.
Alice: "Strange" is one word for it.
Knave: "You"? That's what I get? "You"? Well, nice to see you, too, Alice.
Knave: Cyrus. He's alive.
Alice: That's impossible.
Knave: You know as well as I do, Alice. Nothing's impossible in Wonderland.
Alice: Was that your idea of a rescue?
Knave: It was supposed to be more of a message delivery-type situation. I wasn't planning to... (Alice runs off) Right. Let's go then.
White Rabbit: You're late. What a surprise.
Alice: To you, everybody's late.
White Rabbit: True. I do have high standards. (walking down a tunnel) Nice world you got here. Oh. What the hell is this stuff? It's pretty hard on the paws.
Alice: Careful, Knave. We've landed in the Mallow Marsh.
Knave: Of course we did, because a pond made out of dessert topping makes perfect sense.
White Rabbit: Uh, what I meant was, I was having tea with the Dormouse, and he said that he saw him.
Knave: So we came all the way here on the word of a narcoleptic rodent?
Alice: Stop moving, we'll just sink faster.
Knave: Oh, because a slow death is so much more pleasant. This is humiliating. I'm gonna die like a bloody s'more.
Knave: It's biscuits and chocolate, and you get toasted marsh... never mind, the point is we're gonna die.
Knave: The Red Queen--you also said it was her who threw Cyrus into the Boiling Sea. Why would she do that?
Alice: I don't know, but I'd love to ask her and see the look on her face when she realizes I'm not the forgiving sort. Particularly when said face meets this branch repeatedly.
Knave: Doesn't sound like you.
Alice: The doctors said I'm a danger to myself and others.
Red Queen: Do not talk down to me, Jafar. I'm the queen.
Jafar: That's the thing about power. Hmm. It can be so fleeting.
Red Queen: Is that a threat?
Jafar: No. Threats are for people who aren't prepared to act.
Alice: You look... different.
The Cheshire Cat: Everything does, doesn't it? Wonderland has grown stranger. I'm stranger. You're stranger. Together, we are... strangers.
Alice: Well, then, how do you do? Now that we're friends again, you wouldn't want to eat a friend now... would you?
The Cheshire Cat: Mmm, certainly not without pepper.
Alice: I can't believe it. You. You were...
Knave: Brave? Daring?
Alice: Stealing my wishes.
Knave: Oh, that. I think maybe you misunderstand. I was just protecting the wishes.
Alice: You expect me to believe that?
Knave: Not really, no. But could we focus on the part where I came back and saved your life?