As the Telmarines advance out of the woods, there is a shot in which the mounted troops ride through a gap in the foot soldiers, then turn to line up in front. It is clear that this is a second take because the grass where the horsemen are about to ride is already trampled. See more...
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Trumpkin: You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember.
Trufflehunter: Reepicheep! Stay your blade!
Reepicheep: Trufflehunter? I hope you have a very good reason for this untimely interruption!
Nikabrik: He doesn't. Go ahead.
Nikabrik: You said you were going to get rid of him.
Trufflehunter: No, I said I would take care of him.
[Susan finds a chess piece in the ruins.]
Edmund: Hey, that's mine. From my chess set.
Peter: Which chess set?
Edmund: Well I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?
Dr. Cornelius: You have a chance to become the most notable contradiction in history: the Telmarine who saved Narnia.
King Miraz: Well then, Prince Edmund...
Edmund Pevensie: It's King, actually.
King Miraz: I beg your pardon?
Edmund Pevensie: It's King Edmund. Just King though. Peter's the High King. [Awkward pause.] I know, it's confusing.
Prince Caspian: Here, take the horn.
Susan: Keep it. You might need to call me again.
Lucy: You might need to call me again?!
Susan: Oh be quiet!
Prince Caspian: What are you?
Trufflehunter: You know, it's funny you should ask that. You'd think more people would know a badger when they see one.
Peter: We didn't mean to leave, you know.
Trumpkin: Doesn't make much difference now, does it?
Peter: Get us to the Narnians and it will.
Aslan: Things never happen the same way twice, dear one.
Peter Pevensie: That's the trouble, girls. You can't keep a map in your heads.
Lucy Pevensie: That's because our heads have something in them.
Reepicheep: Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine.
Prince Caspian: You are a mouse.
Reepicheep: I was hoping for something a little more original.
Trufflehunter: Enough, Nikabrik! Or do I have to sit on your head again?
Lucy Pevensie: They're so still.
Trumpkin: The trees? What did you expect?
Lucy Pevensie: They used to dance.
Prince Caspian: You're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct.
Nikabrik: Sorry to disappoint you.
Reepicheep: We were expecting someone taller!
Trumpkin: You're one to talk.
Lucy: I wonder who lived here.
Susan: I think we did.
Prince Caspian: I wish we had more time.
Susan: We wouldn't have worked out, anyway.
Prince Caspian: Why not?
Susan: Well, I am 1300 years older than you.