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

“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?”

“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.”

“He was unmistakably sipping iced tea with the hatters and the hares.”

“It's always tea-time.”

“The Mad Hatter: "Would you like some wine?"Alice: "Yes..."The Mad Hatter: "We haven't any and you're too young.”