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.
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?
Professor Kirke: What were you all doing in the wardrobe?
Peter Pevensie: You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.
Professor Kirke: Try me.
Susan Pevensie: It's our sister, Lucy.
Professor Kirke: The weeping girl.
Susan Pevensie: Yes, sir. She's upset.
Professor Kirke: Hence the weeping.
Peter Pevensie: It's nothing. We can handle it.
Professor Kirke: Oh, I can see that.
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.
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.
