Puurrfect. When you're not on edge, you're taking up too much space.
Threats, promises and good intentions don't amount to action.
Every picture tells a story. Sometimes we don't like the ending. Sometimes we don't understand it.
Ah, Alice. We can't go home again. No surprise really. Only a very few find the way, and most of them don't recognize it when they do. Delusions, too, die hard with memory. Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth. Forgetting pain is convenient, remembering it: agonizing. But recovering the truth is worth the suffering and our Wonderland, though damaged, is safe in memory... for now.
Abandon that hope! A new law reigns in this wonderland Alice, it's very rough justice all around. We're at risk here. You, be on your guard.
A secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another.
Different denotes neither bad nor good, but it certainly means not the same.
How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You're lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few.
Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!
Is our situation not dismal? Wonderland is so discombobulated that lady bugs have turned belligerent and enlisted in the queen's army! PUNISH THEIR CONVERSION!
Only the insane equate pain with success.
Every adventure requires a first step. Trite, but true, even here.
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die
Those who say there's nothing like a nice cup of tea for calming the nerves never had *real* tea. It's like a syringe of adrenaline straight to the heart!
Only a few find the way, some don't recognize it when they do - some... don't ever want to.
Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run.
A reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes.
The world is upside-down, Alice. Inmates run the asylum - no offence - and worst of all... I'm left tea-less!
The insolence, the arrogance the execrable table manners! They are destroyers of Wonderland! Defilers! Denuders! Derangers! Delightful...
The law is just. Just a whisper away. Who knows how to measure rules? With a ruler! Cruel rules.
Everything's a nail, is it, Miss Hammerhead? First it was your search, freighted with fear and fragmented memories. Now it's the train! Never time for tea. While your brain's on holiday, we're ruined! Now we're all mad here and that's a good excuse for going to hell in a teapot, but not for forgetting what your senses saw.
Forgetting's just forgetting, except when it's not. Then they call it something else. I'd like to forget what you did. I've tried, but I can't.
Nurse Witless: Still a mess, no surprise. Her kin roasted like chestnuts right before her eyes. Ten years in Rutledge Asylum wasted everyone's time! Dr Bumby won't do better. Still hauling out her questions: the fire, her memory. I deserve consideration, don't I? Who found her her new clothes? Who got her a place at Bumby's? Where she'd be without me? On the street, selling her backside! Likes my pigeons, though. She's doled out the odd pound or two. But I know what's worth more than that! Kept her secret, haven't I? Heard her say 'All died on my account, I couldn't save you!' I've told her my silence is for sale, cheap! I'm a good sort, really, not like her nanny, that uppity whore! Or that lawyer fellow Radcliffe [who] took her stupid rabbit! Need money... warned her I'd tell the coppers if she didn't make a 'donation' to my upkeep. She yells and goes off her head. Days she can't remember her name, what I heard.
Dr Bumby: Come, Alice, am I not to be as much honoured and obeyed as the Queen? Is that asking too much? I want what she wanted. Give yourself over to that: trade the tentacles for the train. It's altogether a better ride. It's that or back to Rutledge!
Nurse Witless: Never a kind word or reward for services rendered! Don't I deserve a bit of luck? Don't piss on what's right and owing to me, I say! Brought you out of the asylum, now you'll go back of your own accord!
Nanny: I told your mother, dear. You're a distant and stubborn child, too content in her own world. Young women need to leave their wonderlands. The real world is not so 'wonderful'. You'll need to grow up. Perhaps some more time in 'care'?
Radcliffe: You look decent enough. But appearances deceive: I know you for an unstable and violent person! I can't say I'm surprised you've been incarcerated in the asylum again. A long stay under supervision would serve you right!
Dr. Wilson: "Flight or Fight" implies a permanent choice. But "flight" often just means putting the fight off to another day. Choose your battles wisely, Alice.
Sword and crown are worthless here,
I invite everyone to dance
Labourers, lawyers, church and gown all make their little prance.
Alice: At least the place I've landed is somewhat familiar
Cheshire Cat: [Suddenly materializing] About time, too, Alice.
Alice: Blasted cat! Don't try to bully me. I'm very much on edge!
Cheshire Cat: Purrfect. When you're not on edge, you're taking up too much space.
Alice: You are no help at all!
Cheshire Cat: But you know I can be.
Alice: I'll frighten myself when necessary, thanks very much. I was hoping to escape all that!
Cheshire Cat: Abandon that hope! A new law reigns in 'this' Wonderland, Alice, it's very rough justice all round. We're at risk here, you be on your guard!
Duchess: Ah it's you again, Alice. You may approach.
Alice: Why would I do that? You want to eat me!
Duchess: Yes, well you taught me manners and I've lost my taste for mad women; strictly a porcine diet for me. Everything is better with bacon, don't you agree? Of course you do. Now, there are pig snots scattered about. I heard a few behind the house; go fetch them for me. But take care of the pests that block your way. Pepper them up if they do. They need spice and you're just the dish -- ehm -- girl to season them for me. You'll find that grinder serviceable.
Alice: Why not season your own pig parts?
Duchess: Matters of priorities! My Alabaster skin needs protection from the disgusting creatures running amok amidst the environs. But one gets peckish! Look, all you have to do is listen for the oink, then shoot the snout! You may like the results. I certainly will.
Alice: The Hatter's Domain, almost as I remember it!
Cheshire Cat: Appearances, as you know better than most, can be deceiving, Alice. Much has changed since your last visit.
Alice: Dr Bumby says change is 'constructive', that 'different' is good.
Cheshire Cat: Different denotes neither 'bad' nor 'good', but it certainly means not the same! Find the Hatter, Alice. He knows more about 'different' than you.
Alice: But does he know more about the difference between bad and good?
Cheshire Cat: [noticing the Bolterflies attacking] Making friends, Alice? You're as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were.
Alice: I've managed without you so far, Cat. Return to whatever hovel's home to you, I'll call if I need you.
Cheshire Cat: Predictably rash. It's not a question of 'if', Alice, it's 'when'. Now hold on, and as they say, 'shut up'! [he disappears]
Alice: So typical.
Mock Turtle: You'd better come aboard, Alice. We're doomed, of course!
Alice: What? There's no hope, then?
Mock Turtle: Oh, there's an infinite amount of hope, but not for us!
Mock Turtle: Confounded beasts, they want my ship!
Alice: I think you're more to their taste.
Mock Turtle: [outraged] Never! We're almost relatives!
Caterpillar: A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step!
Alice: A single step off London Bridge could end my journey...
Caterpillar: Failure as your epitaph? I'd hoped you were more courageous!
Alice: I've come all this way to find a simulacrum?!
Caterpillar: If I had the time, I'd detail how often you prefer dealing with illusions rather than the real thing. Problems you refuse to deal with don't exist! You deny reality!
Alice: That's not right! I know what's real!
Caterpillar: No! You allow others to tell you what isn't real.
Alice: My memories are shattered! This wicked train has ruined nearly all I can recall and Wonderland will perish completely as I lose my mind. So much has changed... I can't help Wonderland if I can't help myself!
Caterpillar: Much has changed, but you've got it backwards: save Wonderland and you may save yourself! The Carpenter was on to something, but he was hiding from the real. Your goal is to accept it!
Alice: Where should I go, then? What should I do?
Caterpillar: The Queen must be served, Alice. The Queen, in all her guises, must always be served.
Alice: How can she stem this growing corruption or assist my search? What does she know that I don't?
Caterpillar: She is someone you once knew and loved. Time changes us all.
Alice: Not all change is good!
Caterpillar: Remember that when you find the Queen!
Cheshire Cat: Back to admire your handiwork? Returning to the scene of the crime?
Alice: It had to be done, Cat, you said so yourself! 'You and this Red Queen cannot both survive. She is a cancer in your body. Excise her or perish!'
Cheshire Cat: Well, she was the face of evil in the heart of darkness...
Alice: She didn't treat you too well last time, lost your head as I recall!
Cheshire Cat: She was completely deranged. You picked up her crown, but now you've put it down. You must speak to her; what's left of her, anyway.
Alice: The Red Kingdom's in ruins, but you're no better off!
White King: When you defeated her, I tried to reclaim the castle, but I was set upon by her monstrosities. The malignant royal bitch still reigns.
Alice: I'm here to petition her. I must get inside.
White King: The only way in is through me. Sacrifices must be made.
Alice: Those who say so usually mean 'they should be made by others'.
White King: Cynicism is a disease! It can be cured. Once inside, beware of the outsized killer who patrols her domain. Never confront him; he is invincible. Now cut me loose: I'll show you the meaning of 'sacrifice'!
Alice: [to the Queen] I was expecting someone else!
Queen of Hearts: You don't know your own mind!
Alice: It's nearly a complete stranger!
Queen of Hearts: What you claim not to know is merely what you've denied. You've recaptured your vagrant memories: what are you doing with them?! You once rejected my attempts to control our lives forcefully, but now you've allowed another to succeed in my role!
Alice: I won't miss your tentacles.
Queen of Hearts: [infuriated] You'd prefer the hot stinking breath and unyielding attentions of a potent, unreasoning, unfeeling hellraiser?! I don't think so!
Alice: Can you give me more than a warning? Caterpillar said you might help!
Queen of Hearts: I'd need a better reason to respond than what's currently on offer!
Alice: If you don't, we're all doomed!
Queen of Hearts: Not doomed. Forgotten! I may survive here, but you're finished! You see the pattern of destruction, I know you do! The train is trying to destroy all evidence of your past and especially the fire. Now, who would want that? Who benefits from your madness?!
Alice: The destruction of Wonderland... is the destruction of me?!
Queen of Hearts: Indeed! And vice versa!
Alice: I've set it in motion, I can derail it. This is good for me! I'm not insane! I didn't kill my family. I am fine. I'm not mad, I'm innocent - I mean, not guilty! [sees the tentacles wrapping around her] What's happening, what are you doing?!
Queen of Hearts: The train must be stopped, but there's more to do. Your view conceals a tragedy. The whole truth you 'claim' to seek eludes you because you won't look at what's around you! [swallows Alice; Inside Alice's memories] There is no method in this madness!
Dr Wilson: My professional opinion? Madness is often a treatable disease, though perhaps not in this case.
Queen of Hearts: Authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown!
Nurse Witless: 'Cruel to be kind', that's my technique as they say, but she's as mad as a hatter, poor dearie!
Dr Bumby: Worst is over, and over, and over. Forget it, Alice - forget it!
Insane Child: The unstable are more than merely mad: they have 'other parts'. The Dollmaker will deprive them of what remains of their deranged souls. They need care!
Alice: I know their pain. I would assist, but is sanity required for the job?
Insane Child: A limited quantity. You're not mad enough to be rejected. You're like them, of them in a way, but not them. I should say 'not us', for I'm them, but you are on your way. The way is clearly marked.
Alice: I believe I know that way and I'd rather not travel further along it.
Alice: Am I not the most wretched and selfish of fortune's fools? Oblivious, I live in a training ground for prostitutes! My mentor is an abuser and purveyor! I've been complicit with my sister's murderer and the killer of my family as he corrupted my mind! I sought relief from my pain and you turned me away from the truth!
The Dollmaker: You were almost there. Almost free from what you fear. You could have been cured, you could have forgotten!
Alice: Abandon the memory of my family?
The Dollmaker: They are dead, and you should be too.
Alice: You misbegotten abomination! Murderer! You bloodsucking parasite! The damage you've done to children, the abuse!
The Dollmaker: I provide a service. In the great and awful metropolis, appetites of all sorts must be gratified.
Alice: My family - my mind - the Infernal Train!
The Dollmaker: The train is your... invention, your defense. I merely set its schedule and itinerary. The train is coming with its shiny cars, comfy seats and wheels of stars. So hush, my little ones, have no fear. The Man in the Moon is the engineer.
Alice: I'll stop that train, if it's the last thing I do!
The Dollmaker: As you wish... It will be! You're lost and where your body is, your mind will follow. Perhabs... it's already there.
Alice: You... oozing sore of depravity... Children wearing their names around their neck like they are breeding livestock!
Bumby Angus: A declaration of their pedigree. You could use one. They're proud to display their provenance. [laughs]
Alice: You brute! They can't remember who they are or where they're from. How many minds have you twisted into forgetfulness?
Bumby Angus: Not enough. Yours would have been a triumph! Still, you're an insane wreck. My work is done.
Alice: You've used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me.
Bumby Angus: No, the damage is done. The old Alice and her Wonderland retreat are demolished. You can't even recognize what's happened. And you're powerless to change it or move against me. I've made certain of it.
Alice: You corrupted my memories, but you failed to make me forget.
Bumby Angus: I could've made you into a tasty bit. Clients out the door waiting for a piece from a raving delusional beauty, with no memories of the past and no sense of the future. But you wouldn't forget; you insisted on holding on to your fantasies. You're mad! Like your sister.
Alice: Don't speak of her! You didn't know her...
Bumby Angus: Your sister was a tease. Pretended to despise me. She got what she wanted... In the end.
Alice: I'll see you charged. In prison, some half-wit bruiser will make you his sweetheart... And then you'll hang.
Bumby Angus: Indeed? A hysterical woman, former lunatic, roaring outrageous accusations against a respectable social architect and scientist. My God, Alice, who would believe you? I scarcely believe it myself.
Alice: You, Monstrous creature.... Such evil will be punished.
Bumby Angus: By who? By what? Psychotic, silly bitch. Your madness will be punished. Now leave, I'm expecting your replacement.
Alice: My Lizzie... What is this train's destination?
Queen of Hearts: Madness and Destruction. You shouldn't ask the questions you know the answers to, it's not polite. And that noise wasn't Lizzie talking in her sleep.
Alice: Oh no... Poor Lizzie!
Queen of Hearts: And there are no centaurs in Oxford. Make your survival mean something or we are all doomed!
Caterpillar: Come to receive your punishment then?
Alice: I know I'm guilty of something, but punishment never suits the victims of the crime.
Caterpillar: Abuse is a crime the strong visit on the weak, and you're right, abusers are insufficiently punished for the damage they do. Those who witness abuse without seeking retribution for the harmed pay a penalty. Your own pain mitigates your failure to act earlier, but you may not yet have paid enough for witnessing the pain of others...
Alice: Is there really so little hope?
Cheshire Cat: There is even less. And if fear paralyzes you... we're lost.