Hatter: A friend. I hope.
Hatter: I don't suppose I could get that hug now.
King of Hearts: And then they fled from the roof on flamingos.
Jack Chase: Darling, I'm afraid I'm going to have to tie you up.
Hatter: I know a thing or two about liking people, and in time, after much chocolate and cream cake, "like" turns into "what was his name again?"