“It's always tea-time.”

“Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.”

“Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), `you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.' And what does IT live on?' Weak tea with cream in it.' A new difficulty came into Alice's head. `Supposing it couldn't find any?' she suggested. Then it would die, of course.' But that must happen very often,' Alice remarked thoughtfully. It always happens,' said the Gnat.”

“I'm a poor man, your majesty," the Hatter began in a weak voice, "and I hadn't but just begun my tea, not more than a week or so, and what with the bread and butter so thin - and the twinkling of the tea-""The twinkling of what?" asked the King."It began with the tea," the Hatter said."Of course twinkling begins with a T!" said the King. "Do you take me for a dunce?”

“up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky...”

“Well that was the silliest tea party I ever went to! I am never going back there again!”

“Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea? Alice: Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more. March Hare: Ah, you mean you can't very well take less. Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.”