“Don’t make me Alice-nap you, Alice. Because you know I can carry you.”

“Alice: I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye.Dan: Since when?Alice: Now. Just now.”

“Alice, I am the game, and trust me: you don’t want to play me.”

“Who are you? Rabbit and Souris call you ‘Alice,’ me and Dee call you ‘Faye.’ I just didn’t know if ‘Alice’ was your poker-playing, Southern Hemisphere name or what. Hey, I’m just trying to fit in here. If I should be introducing myself as ‘Clark,’ I want to know about it sooner rather than later so I don’t embarrass myself.”

“Alice: "I'll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors."Edward: "Why don't you just tell me who wins?"Alice: "I do. Excellent.”

“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked."Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.""How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice."You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”