King of Hearts: Rule 42: All persons more than a mile high must leave the court immediately.
Alice: I am not a mile high, and I'm not leaving.
Queen of Hearts: Sorry. Rule 42, you know.
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.
March Hare: I have an excellent idea, lets change THE subject.
Dodo: Ahoy, and other nautical expressions.
White Rabbit: We need a lazard with a liddle... a lad... can you help us?
Bill: At your service, gov'nor.
Dodo: Bill, my lad. Have you ever been down a chimney?
Bill: Why, gov'nor, I've been down more chimneys.
Dodo: Excellent, excellent. Now just hop down the chimney and pull that monster out of there.
Bill: Righto, gov'nor... Monster? Aaaaah.
Mad Hatter: Clean cup, clean cup! Move down.
Queen of Hearts: And who is this?
King of Hearts: Let me see, my dear. It's certainly not a heart. Do you suppose it's a club?
Alice: Better look first, for if one drinks much from a bottle marked "Poison", it's almost certain to disagree with you sooner or later.
Orchid: To put it bluntly, a weed.