Aslan: Do not cite the Deep Magic to me Witch. I was there when it was written.
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Aslan: Do not cite the Deep Magic to me Witch. I was there when it was written.
Peter Pevensie: When are you gonna learn to do as you're told?
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: After all, he is not a tame lion.
Peter Pevensie: We just want our brother back.
Peter Pevensie: Why can't you think about anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could have got us killed!
Jadis The White Witch: I have no interest in prisoners. Kill them all.
Lucy Pevensie: Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe like I told you!
Susan Pevensie: Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword it doesn't make you a hero!
Jadis The White Witch: If it's a war Aslan wants, it's a war he shall get.
Maugrim: C'mon. We've been through this before. We both know you havn't got it in you.
Jadis The White Witch: How do I know your promise will be kept?
Mr. Beaver: There's a right bit more than hope. Aslan... is on the move.
Mr. Tumnus: How would it be if you came and had tea with me?
Mr. Tumnus: Always winter, never Christmas.
That's all right. Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending.
Maugrim: You may think you're a king, but you're going to die like a dog!
Susan Pevensie: Did that bird just "pssst" us?
Ginarrbrik: How dare you address the Queen of Narnia?
Maugrim: Your reward is your life. It's not much. But still...
Ginarrbrik: Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Do you want some milk?
General Otmin: The Minotaurs will take the left flanks. We'll keep the Giants in reserve and send the Dwarfs in first.
Aslan: Do not cite the Deep Magic to me Witch. I was there when it was written.
Peter Pevensie: For Narnia and for Aslan!
Peter Pevensie: When are you gonna learn to do as you're told?
Jadis The White Witch: The great cat is dead!
Older Lucy: Spare 'Oom!
Lucy Pevensie: Told you he was real!
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: After all, he is not a tame lion.
Aslan: Do not cite the Deep Magic to me Witch. I was there when it was written.
Peter Pevensie: When are you gonna learn to do as you're told?
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: After all, he is not a tame lion.
Professor Kirke: What were you all doing in the wardrobe? Peter Pevensie: You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir. Professor Kirke: Professor Kirke: Try me. Professor Kirke: I don't think you'll get back in that way. You see... I've already tried. Lucy Pevensie: Will we ever go back? Professor Kirke: Oh, I expect so. But it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. All the same... best to keep your eyes open.
Susan Pevensie: She thinks she's found a magical land... In the upstairs wardrobe. Professor Kirke: What did you say? Peter Pevensie: Um, the wardrobe. Upstairs. Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside. Susan Pevensie: She won't stop going on about it. Professor Kirke: What was it like? Susan Pevensie: Like talking to a lunatic. Professor Kirke: No, no, no. Not her, the forest! Susan Pevensie: You're not saying you believe her? Professor Kirke: You don't? Susan Pevensie: But, of course not. I mean, logically it's impossible. Professor Kirke: What do they teach in schools these days?
Fox: Forgive me, your Majesty. Jadis The White Witch: Oh, don't waste my time with flattery. Fox: Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you.
Peter Pevensie: She's right. He's gone. Edmund Pevensie: Then you'll have to lead us. Edmund Pevensie: Peter, there's an army out there, and it's ready to follow you. Peter Pevensie: I can't. Edmund Pevensie: Aslan believed you could. And so do I.
Susan Pevensie: Gastrovascular... Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular. Peter Pevensie: Is it Latin? Susan Pevensie: Yes. Edmund Pevensie: Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"? Lucy Pevensie: We could play hide and seek? Peter Pevensie: But, we're already having so much fun.
Mr. Beaver: When Adam's Flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done. Susan Pevensie: You know that doesn't really rhyme.
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: And what about you? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf? Lucy Pevensie: I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl. And actually, I'm tallest in my class. Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: You mean to say that you're a daughter of Eve? Lucy Pevensie: Well, my mum's name is Helen... Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: Y-Yes, but, you are in fact... human?
Peter Pevensie: He said he knows the faun. Susan Pevensie: He's a beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything!
Mrs. Beaver: You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you? Mr. Beaver: Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last. Especially with your cooking.
Older Edmund: You all right, Phillip? Philip the Horse: I'm not as young as I once was.
Fox: This is what becomes of those who cross the witch. Mr. Beaver: You take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters! Fox: Relax. I'm one of the good guys. Mr. Beaver: Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones. Fox: An unfortunate family resemblance. But we can argue breeding later. Right now we've got to move.
Mr. Beaver: Come on, humans. While we're still young! Peter Pevensie: If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat.
Susan Pevensie: Why are they all staring at us? Lucy Pevensie: Maybe they think you look funny.
Peter Pevensie: Here, boy, tsk, tsk, tsk. Mr. Beaver: I ain't going to smell it if that's what you want.
Jadis The White Witch: You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan. Aslan: His offense was not against you. Jadis The White Witch: Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia has been built? Aslan: Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written. Jadis The White Witch: Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property Peter Pevensie: Try and take him then. Jadis The White Witch: Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right little king? Aslan knows that in this, I had blood as the law demands. All of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on the stone table... as is tradition. You dare not to refuse me. Aslan: Enough. I shall talk with you alone.
Peter Pevensie: Aslan, I'm not who you all think I am. Aslan: Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat.
Lucy Pevensie: It's all right! I'm back! I'm all right! Edmund Pevensie: Shut up! He's coming! Peter Pevensie: You know, I'm not sure you two have quite got the idea of this game. Lucy Pevensie: Weren't you wondering where I was? Edmund Pevensie: That's the point. That was why he was seeking you! Susan Pevensie: Does this mean I win? Peter Pevensie: I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore.
Lucy Pevensie: The sheets feel scratchy. Susan Pevensie: Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon. Edmund Pevensie: Yeah. If home is still there Susan Pevensie: Isn't it time you're in bed? Edmund Pevensie: Yes mum! Peter Pevensie: Ed! You saw the outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's gonna be great. Really.
Lucy Pevensie: Are you all right? You look awful. Edmund Pevensie: Well, what do you expect? I mean, it's freezing! How do we get out of here?
Susan Pevensie: I'm just trying to be realistic! Peter Pevensie: No, you're trying to be smart, as usual!
Maugrim: Be still, stranger, or you'll never move again. Who are you? Edmund Pevensie: I'm Edmund. I met the Queen in the woods. She told me to come back here. I'm a Son of Adam! Maugrim: Hmmm, my apologies, fortunate favored of the queen. Or else, not so fortunate.
Peter Pevensie: I'm gonna kill him. Mr. Beaver: You may not have to. Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?
Susan Pevensie: Do you think we'll need jam? Peter Pevensie: Only if the Witch serves toast!
Aslan: She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood. Jadis The White Witch: How do I know your promise will be kept?
Peter Pevensie: We just want our brother back.
Mr. Tumnus: Now, that... that is my father. Lucy Pevensie: He has a nice face. He looks a lot like you! Mr. Tumnus: No. No, I'm not very much like him at all, really. Lucy Pevensie: My father's fighting in the war. Mr. Tumnus: My father went away to war too. But that was a long, long time ago.
Jadis The White Witch: Do you know why you're here, Faun? Mr. Tumnus: Because, I believe in a free Narnia. Jadis The White Witch: You're here because *he* turned you in... for sweeties.
Lucy Pevensie: Oh, I should go. Mr. Tumnus: It's too late for that, now. I'm such a terrible faun. Lucy Pevensie: Oh, no. You're the nicest faun I've ever met. Mr. Tumnus: Then I'm afraid you've had a very poor sampling. Lucy Pevensie: You can't have done anything that bad. Mr. Tumnus: It's not something I have done, Lucy Pevensie. It's something I am doing. Lucy Pevensie: What are you doing? Mr. Tumnus: I'm kidnapping you. It was the White Witch. She's the one who makes it always winter, always cold. She gave orders. If any of us ever find a human wondering in the woods, we-we-we-we're supposed to turn it over to her! Lucy Pevensie: But, Mr. Tumnus, you wouldn't. I thought you were my friend.
Mrs. Beaver: You should have brought a map! Mr. Beaver: There wasn't room next to the jam!
