Susan Pevensie: Lucy thinks she's found a magical land...
Professor Kirke: Hmmm.
Susan Pevensie: In the upstairs wardrobe.
Professor Kirke: What? What did you say?
Peter Pevensie: Our sister... She thinks she's found a wood...
Professor Kirke: What was it like?
Susan Pevensie: Like talking to a lunatic...
Professor Kirke: No, no, not her, the wood!
Susan Pevensie: You don't mean you believe her?
Professor Kirke: And you don't?
The Fox: I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
White Witch: Don't waste my time with flattery.
The Fox: [Looking at Edmund.] Not to be rude, ma'am, but I wasn't talking to you.
Lucy Pevensie: It's all right! I'm back, I'm all right!
Edmund Pevensie: Shh, he's coming!
Peter Pevensie: I don't think you two have quite got the idea of this game.
Lucy Pevensie: But weren't you wondering where I was?
Edmund Pevensie: That's the point. That's why he was seeking you!
Susan Pevensie: [Coming out of her hiding place.] Does this mean I win?
Peter Pevensie: I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore.
Lucy Pevensie: But...I've been gone for hours.
Jadis: Tell me, Edmund, are your sisters deaf?
Edmund Pevensie: No...
Jadis: And your brother, is he...unintelligent?
Edmund: Well...I think so. But Mother says...
Jadis: Then HOW DARE YOU COME ALONE!
[Bird lands on branch outside doorway.]
Susan Pevensie: Did that bird just psssst at us?
Griffin: They come in numbers far greater than our own.
General Otmin: Numbers do not win a battle.
Peter Pevensie: No, but I bet they help.
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