Alice in Wonderland (1951 film)

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Alice in Wonderland is a 1951 American animated musical fantasy-adventure film produced by Walt Disney. It is about a young girl named Alice who follows a white rabbit into a world that is illogical and absurd, but later wishes to go home.

Directed by Clyde Geronimi and Wilfred Jackson. Written by Milt Banta, Del Connell, William Cottrell, Joe Grant, Winston Hibler, Dick Huemer, Dick Kelsey, Tom Oreb, Bill Peet, Erdman Penner, Joe Rinaldi, Ted Sears, and John Walbridge. Based on Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll.
A world of wonders in One Great Picture


  • [while crawling through the rabbit hole] After all, we've haven't been invited, and curiousity often leads to trouble! [As Alice finishes her sentence, she falls down the hole]
  • [while magically floating down the rabbit hole] Well! After this, I shall think nothing of falling down stairs.
  • Oh, yes. I was sitting on the riverbank with uh... with... You-Know-Who.
  • It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.
  • [to the pink flamingo mallet] Do you want us both to lose our heads?!


[First Lines]
Alice's sister: [reading from a history book] "...Who wanted leaders, and had been of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the Earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: and even Stigand..." Alice? [camera zooms out to show Alice sitting in a tree, playing with Dinah and making a chain of daisies]
Alice: Hmm? Oh, I'm listening.
Alice's sister: "And even Stigand, the archbishop of Canterbury, agreed to meet with William and offer him the crown. William's conduct at first was moderate." [Alice laughs as her daisy crown falls on her face] Alice? Will you kindly pay attention to your history lesson?
Alice: I'm sorry, but how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?
Alice's sister: My dear child, there are a great many good books in this world without pictures.
Alice: In this world, perhaps, but in my world, the books would be nothing but pictures.
Alice's sister: Your world? Huh! What nonsense.
Alice: [getting inspiration] Nonsense?
Alice's sister: Once more, from the beginning.
Alice: [to her cat, Dinah] That's it, Dinah. If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? [Dinah meows to her, shaking her head] In my world, you wouldn't say "meow". You'd say, "Yes, Miss. Alice". [Dinah meows as Alice picks her up] Oh, but you would. You'd be just like people, Dinah. And all the other animals, too. Why, in my world... Cats and rabbits / would reside in fancy little houses, / and be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers. / In a world of my own... / All the flowers / would have very extra special powers. / They would sit and talk to me for hours / when I'm lonely in a world of my own. / There'd be new birds, / lots of nice and friendly how-de-do birds. / Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds / within that world of my own. / I could listen to a babbling brook and hear a song that I could understand. / I keep wishing it could be that way / because my world would be a Wonderland.

I'm late, I'm late.
Alice: [Dinah meows to her] Oh, Dinah. It's just a rabbit with a waistcoat... and a watch!
Rabbit: Oh, my fur and whiskers! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!
Alice: Now, this is curious. What could a rabbit possibly be late for? [running after him] Please, sir!
Rabbit: I'm late, I'm late. For a very important date. No time to say "hello". Goodbye. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.

Alice: Curiouser and curiouser. [runs up to the small door by pulling back the curtains and turns the doorknob, it starts talking]
Doorknob: D'ooooh!
Alice: Oh! I beg your pardon...
Doorknob: Whew. Quite alright, but you did give me quite a turn.
Alice: You see, I was following...
Doorknob: Rather good, what? Doorknob? Turn? Since one good turn deserves another, what can I do for you?

Alice: [looking through the Doorknob's keyhole] There he is! I simply must get through.
Doorknob: Sorry. You're much too big. Simply impassable.
Alice: You mean "impossible"?
Doorknob: No, impassable. Nothing's impossible. Why don't you try the bottle on the table?
Alice: Table? [a table and a small bottle appear out of the shadows] Oh!
Doorknob: Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.
Alice: [reading the bottle's label] "Drink Me." [uncorks the bottle] Hm, better look first. For if one drinks much from a bottle marked "Poison", it's almost certain to disagree with one sooner or later.
Doorknob: Beg your pardon?
Alice: [laughs] I was just giving myself some good advice. [sighs] But... [drinks from the bottle] Mmm... tastes like, uh... cherry tart. [unknowingly shrinks down to the size of the table; takes another sip] Custard. [shrinks down again, barely holding onto the bottle; takes another drink] Pineapple. [shrinks down so much, she's now even smaller than the bottle itself and struggling with its weight] Roast turkey - [finally aware of the potion's effect] Goodness! [unable to support the bottle any longer, slips and drops it] What did I do?!
Doorknob: [chuckles] You almost went out like a candle!
Alice: [runs up to the Doorknob; delighted] But look! I'm just the right size!
[She's about to open the door, but the Doorknob pulls away.]
Doorknob: No use. [laughs] I forgot to tell you. I'm locked!
Alice: Oh, no!
Doorknob: [stops laughing] But of course, you've got the key, so-
Alice: What key?
Doorknob: Now, don't tell me you've left it up there.
[A key magically appears on top of the table that Alice can no longer reach]
Alice: Oh, dear! Whatever will I do?
Doorknob: Try the box, naturally.
[A tiny box magically appears in front of Alice]
Alice: Oh. [opens the lid, revealing cookies labeled, "Eat Me"; takes one] "Eat Me." All right. But goodness knows what this will do. [takes a bite and grows bigger as she hits her head on the ceiling]

That's logic.
Tweedle Dum: If you think we're waxworks, you ought to pay, you know.
Tweedle Dee: Contrariwise, if you think we're alive you ought to speak to us.
Both: That's logic.

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum: [singing together] How d'ya do and shake hands, shake hands, shake hands? How d'ya do and shake hands and state your name and business? [both spoken] That's manners!

Alice: [after the Walrus and the Carpenter song] That was a very sad story.
Tweedle Dee: Aye, but there's a moral to it.
Alice: Oh, yes, a very good moral, if you happen to be an oyster.

White Rabbit: Why, Mary-Ann! What are you doing out here?
Alice: Mary-Ann?
White Rabbit: Don't just do something, stand there... Uh... no, no! Go, go! Go get my gloves! I'm late!
Alice: But late for what? That's just what I...
White Rabbit: My gloves! [Blows trumpet] At once, do you hear!?
Alice: Goodness. I suppose I'll be taking orders from Dinah next.

White Rabbit: We need a lazard with a liddle... a lad... can you help us?
Bill: At your service, gov'nor.
Dodo: Bill, my lad. Have you ever been down a chimney?
Bill: Why, gov'nor, I've been down more chimneys...
Dodo: Excellent, excellent. Now, just hop down the chimney and pull that monster out of there.
Bill: Righto, gov'nor... Monster? Aaaaah!

Dodo: [singing] We'll blow the thing there out, we'll smoke the monster out!
White Rabbit: [singing] We'll smoke the monster ou... [realizes what he just sang] NO! No-ho! My poor house and furniture!

Alice: Oh, but that's nonsense. Flowers can't talk.
Rose: But of course we can talk, my dear.
Iris: If there's anyone worth talking to.
Daisy: Or about. [giggles]
Pansies: And we sing, too!
Alice: You do?
Tulips: Oh, yes! Would you like to hear "Tell it to the Tulips"?
Delphiniums: No, let's sing about us.
Violet: We know one about the shy violet.
Lilies: Oh, no, not that old thing! Let's do "Lovely lily at the valley"!

Rose: Girls! We shall sing "Golden Afternoon". That's about all of us.

Daisy: What kind of a garden d'you come from?
Alice: Oh, I don't come from any garden.
Daisy: [gasps, to Iris] Do you suppose she's a wildflower?
Alice: [giggles] Oh, no. I'm not a wildflower.
Rose: Just what species or, shall we say, genus are you, my dear?
Alice: Well, I guess you would call me... genus, humanus... Alice.
Daisy: Ever see an Alice with a blossom like that?
Iris: Come to think of it, did you ever see an Alice?

Who R U?
Caterpillar: [meeting Alice] Who... 'are/R'... 'you/U'?
Alice: I- I hardly know, sir. I've changed so many times since this morning, you see...
Caterpillar: I do not 'see/C.' Explain yourself.
Alice: I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir, because I'm not myself, you know.
Caterpillar: I do not know.
Alice: Well, I can't put it any more clearly, sir, for it isn't clear to me.
Caterpillar: 'You/U'? Who 'are/R' 'you/U'?

Alice: Oh, dear, everything is so confusing.
Caterpillar: It is not.
Alice: Well, it is to me.
Caterpillar: Why?
Alice: Well, I can't remember things like I used to, and...
Caterpillar: Recite.
Alice: Hm? Oh! Oh, yes, sir. Um, how doth the little bumblebee improve each...
Caterpillar: Stop. That is not spoken correctically. It goes: How... [realizes nothing is coming out of his pipe and notices 1 of his set of hands grasping on the tube, clogging it; it slaps the hands to get it off the pipe; Alice giggles a bit, but the Caterpillar gives Alice a displeasing look] How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail. And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale. How cheer... [shakes a bit] How cheer... [notices one set of feet teetering on the leaf he's sitting on; he grabs them and puts them back on the leaf; Alice giggles again] How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws. And welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.
Alice: Well, I must say, I've never heard it that way before.
Caterpillar: I know. I have improoooved it.

Alice: [the Caterpillar has called a very frustrated Alice back so he can finish the conversation] Well?
Caterpillar: Keep your temper.
Alice: Is that all?
Caterpillar: No. Exaketededly, what is your problem?
Alice: Well, it's exak... exact... Well, it's precisely this. I should like to be a little larger, sir.
Caterpillar: Why?
Alice: Well, after all, 3 inches is such a wretched height, and...
Caterpillar: [suddenly angry] I am exaketededly 3 inches high, and it is a very good height, indeed!
Alice: But I'm not used to it. And you needn't... *shout*!

Caterpillar: By the way, I have a few more helpful hints. 1 side will make you grow taller...
Alice: 1 side of what?
Caterpillar: ...And the other side will make you grow shorter.
Alice: The other side of what?

Bird in the Tree: A serpent! Help! Help! A serpent, a serpent!
Alice: Oh, but please! Please!
Bird in the Tree: Off with you! Shoo! Shoo! Go away! Serpent! Serpeeeent!
Alice: But I'm not a serpent!
Bird in the Tree: Serpent- Indeed? Then, just what are you?
Alice: I'm just a little girl.
Bird in the Tree: Little? Ha! Little? [laughs]
Alice: Well, I am! I mean, I-I was.
Bird in the Tree: And I suppose you don't eat eggs, either?
Alice: Yes, I do, but, but, but...
Bird in the Tree: I knew it! I knew it! Serpent! Serpeeeent!
Alice: Oh, for goodness sake!

Most everyone's mad here.
Cheshire Cat: [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Alice: Now, where in the world do you suppose that...?
Cheshire Cat: Lose something?
Alice: [turns around to find just the Cat's smile talking to her] Oh! Uh, hehe, I...I, no, no, I mean, I, I was just wondering...
Cheshire Cat: Oh, that's...quite alright. 1 moment please. [2 eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears] Second chorus. [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Alice: Why, why, you're a cat!
Cheshire Cat: A Cheshire Cat. [starts to disappear] All mimsy were the borogroves...
Alice: Oh, wait! Don't go, please!
Cheshire Cat: [reappears] There you are! Third chorus...
Alice: Oh, no, no. Thank you, but I just wanted to ask which way I ought to go.
Cheshire Cat: Well, that depends on where you ought to get to.
Alice: Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as I...
Cheshire Cat: Then it really doesn't matter which way you go. Oh by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.
Alice: Who did?
Cheshire Cat: The White Rabbit.
Alice: He did?
Chesire Cat: He did what?
Alice: He went that way.
Chesire Cat: Who did?
Alice: The white rabbit!
Chesire Cat: What rabbit?
Alice: But didn't you just say-? I mean- Oh, dear!
Chesire Cat: Can you stand on your head? If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.
Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no, no, no...
Cheshire Cat: Or, there's the March Hare, in that direction.
Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I shall visit him...
Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too.
Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people!
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally and begins to disappear] You may have noticed that I'm not ALL THERE myself, [laughs] And the mome raths outgrabe!

Hare and Hatter: [run over to Alice] No room! No room! No room!
Alice: I thought there was plenty of room.
March Hare: Ah, but it's very rude to sit down without being invited.
Mad Hatter: I'll say it's rude. It's very, very rude indeed.
Doormouse: Very, very rude indeed.
Alice: I'm very sorry. But I did enjoy your singing, and I wonder if you could tell me…
March Hare: You enjoyed our singing?
Mad Hatter: Oh, what a delightful child! I'm so excited. We never get compliments. You must have a cup of tea.
March Hare: Ah, yes, indeed. The tea. You must have a cup of tea.
Alice: That would be very nice. I'm sorry I interrupted your birthday party. [March Hare offers her a cup of tea] Thank you.
March Hare: [yanks her teacup away] Birthday? Ha-ha-ha. My dear child, this is NOT a birthday party!
Mad Hatter: Of course not. This is an unbirthday party.
Alice: Unbirthday? Well, I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand.
March Hare: It's very simple. Now, 30 days has Septem -No, wait... An unbirthday, if you have a birthday, then, you - [laughs] She doesn't know what an unbirthday is.

Would you like more tea?
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.

Dormouse: [Panics but calms down] There’s a cat….
Mad Hatter: [after they have restrained the Dormouse] Ah, thank goodness! Those are the things that upset me!
March Hare: See all the trouble you started?
Alice: But I didn't think...
March Hare: Ah, that's just it. If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk.

Mad Hatter: What's the matter, my dear? Don't you care for tea?
Alice: Why, yes. I'm very fond of tea, but-
March Hare: If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation!
Alice: [frustrated] Well, I've been trying to ask you-
March Hare: I have an excellent idea. Let's change the subject.
Mad Hatter: Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Alice: Riddles? [to herself] Let me see. Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Mad Hatter: I beg your pardon?
Alice: Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Mad Hatter: [shocked] WHY IS A WHAT?!
March Hare: [nervously] Careful! SHE'S STARK RAVING MAD!
Alice: But it's your silly riddle. You just said...
Mad Hatter: [nervously] Easy! Don't get excited!
March Hare: [trying to make peace with Alice] How about a nice cup of tea?
Alice: [angrily] "Have a cup of tea", indeed! Well, I'M sorry, but I just HAVEN'T the time!
White Rabbit: N-n-n-no time, no time, no time! Hello, goodbye, I'm late, I'm late.
Alice: The White Rabbit!
White Rabbit: I'm so late! I'm so very late.
Mad Hatter: [snatching the White Rabbit's Watch] Well, no wonder you're late! Why, this clock is EXACTLY 2 days slow!
Rabbit: 2 days slow?
Mad Hatter: Of course you're late! [chuckles as he dunks the watch in the tea] MY GOODNESS! We'll have to look into this. [places a salt shaker over his eye and uses it as a jeweler's eyepiece ] AHA! I see what's wrong with it! [starts to pry parts out of the watch with a fork ] Why, this watch is full of wheels!
White Rabbit: [shocked] OH, MY POOR WATCH! OH, MY WHEELS AND SPRINGS! But-but-but-but-but-but-
Mad Hatter: BUTTER! Of course! It NEEDS some butter. BUTTER!
March Hare: [shouts into Rabbit's ear] BUTTER!
White Rabbit: [confused] B-b-butter?
Mad Hatter: Butter! Oh, thank you! Ha-ha! Yes! That's FINE! Yes, thank you!
Rabbit: Oh, no, no! No, no! No! You'll get crumbs in it!
Mad Hatter: Oh, THIS is the VERY BEST butter! [throws butter in rabbit's face] What are you talking about?
March Hare: Tea?
Mad Hatter: Oh, tea! I never THOUGHT of tea before! OF COURSE!
Rabbit: NO!
Mad Hatter: TEA! HE-HE-HE!
White Rabbit: [shocked] NO! NOT TEA!
March Hare: Sugar?
Mad Hatter: SUGAR! 2 SPOONS! Yes, ha, 2 SPOONS thank you, yes! [jams the spoons straight into the watch]
White Rabbit: [shocked] Oh please, BE CAREUL!
March Hare: JAM?
Rabbit: No! No! Not jam!
Mad Hatter: Yes, sure you want. It's nice to see.
March Hare: MUSTARD?
Mad Hatter: Mustard! Yes...what? MUSTARD?! DON'T LET'S BE SILLY! LEMON, that's different, there. THAT should do it! Hahaha! [watch starts going crazy] LOOK AT THAT!
March Hare: IT'S GOING MAD!
White Rabbit: OH, DEAR!
March Hare: THERE'S ONLY 1 WAY TO STOP A MAD WATCH! [smashes watch with a mallet; scene changes from color to black and white, then color again]
Mad Hatter: 2 days slow. That's what it is.
White Rabbit: Oh, my watch...
Mad Hatter: It was?
White Rabbit: And it was an unbirthday present, too.
March Hare: Well, in that case...
Mad Hatter and March Hare: [sings both] A very merry unbirthday to you

Alice: Oh, dear. Now, I- now, I shall never get out. Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are, until someone finds you. B-But who'd ever think to look for me here? [sigh] Good advice. If I listened earlier, I wouldn't be here. But that's just the trouble with me. I give myself very good advice. [sings] But I very seldom follow it. That explains the trouble that I'm always in. Be patient, is very good advice, but the waiting makes me curious. And I'd love the change. Should something strange begin? [begins to cry] Well... I went along my merry way, and I never stopped to reason. I should've known there'd be a price to pay, someday... Someday... I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it! [cries harder] Will I ever learn to do the things I should? [continues crying]
Chorus: Will I ever learn / learn to do the things I should?
Cheshire Cat: [singing in disappear] Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm / And the mome raths outgrabe
Alice: Oh, Cheshire Cat, it's you!
Cheshire Cat: Whom did you expect? The white rabbit, perchance?
Alice: Oh, no, no, no. I-I'm through with rabbits. I want to go home! [blows nose] But I can't find my way.
Cheshire Cat: Naturally. That's because you have no way. All ways here you see, are the QUEEN'S WAYS!
Alice: But I've never met any queen.
Cheshire Cat: You haven't? You ha-VEN'T? Oh, but you must! She'll be mad about you, simply mad! [chuckles, then rolls over and almost disappears] The mome raths outgrabe...
Alice: Please, please! H-How can I find her?
Cheshire Cat: Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut.

Card Painter, Card Painter, Card Painter: Painting the roses red / We're painting the roses red / We dare to stop or waste a drop / So let the paint be spread / We're painting the roses red / We're painting the roses red / Bum bum bum bum / Oh-h-h-h / Painting the roses red / And many a tear we shed
Card Painter: Because we know
Card Painter, Card Painter: They'll cease to grow
Card Painter: In fact, they'll soon be dead
Card Painter, Card Painter: Oh!
Card Painter, Card Painter, Card Painter: And yet we got ahead / Painting the roses red / Red, red, red, red / Red, red, red, red / Painting the roses red / We're painting the roses red...
Alice: [singing] Oh, pardon me, but, Mr. 3 / Why must you paint them red?

Alice: [singing] Painting the roses red...
Card Painter, Card Painter, Card Painter: [singing] We're painting the roses red. Don't tell the Queen what you have seen or say that's what we said, but we're painting the roses red.
Alice: Yes, painting the roses red.
Card Painter: Not pink!
Card Painter: Not green!
Alice: Not aquamarine!
Card Painter, Card Painter, Card Painter: We're painting the roses red!

White Rabbit: Her Imperial Highness, Her Grace, Her Excellency, Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of Hearts! [Crowd cheers] ... And the King.
Voice in crowd: Hooray!

Queen of Hearts: Who's been painting my roses red? WHO'S BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED? /Who dares to taint / With vulgar paint / The royal flower bed? / For painting my roses red / Someone will lose his head.
Card Painter: Oh, no, Your Majesty, please! It's all *his* fault!
Card Painter: Not me, your grace! The ace, the ace!
Queen of Hearts: You?
Card Painter: No, 2!
Queen of Hearts: The deuce, you say?
Card Painter: Not me! The 3!
Queen of Hearts: That's enough! Off with their heads!

Queen of Hearts: And who is this?
King of Hearts: Let me see, my dear. It's certainly not a heart. Do you suppose it's a club?

Queen of Hearts: Off with his head!
King of Hearts: Off with his head. Off with his head. By order of the Queen. Uh, you heard what Her Majesty said.

White Rabbit: Your Majesty, members of the jury, loyal subjects... and the King... the prisoner at the bar stands accused of enticing Her Majesty, the Queen of Hearts, into a game of croquet, thereby and with malice of forethought, molesting, tormenting, and otherwise annoying our beloved...
Queen of Hearts: Never mind all that! Get to the part where I lose my temper.
White Rabbit: ...Thereby causing the Queen to lose her temper.
Queen of Hearts: [to Alice] Now...are you ready for your sentence?
Alice: Sentence? But there has to be a verdict first...
Queen of Hearts: Sentence first! Verdict afterwards.
Alice: But that just isn't the way...
Queen of Hearts: [shouting] All ways are...!
Alice: ...Your ways, Your Majesty.
Queen of Hearts: Yes, my child. [giggles] [yelling] OFF WITH HER-!
King of Hearts: Consider, my dear. We called no witnesses. Couldn't we hear... maybe 1 or 2, huh? Maybe...?
Queen of Hearts: Oh, very well- [yelling] BUT GET ON WITH IT!

King of Hearts: What do you know about this unfortunate affair?
March Hare: Nothing.
Queen of Hearts: Nothing whatever?
March Hare: Nothing whatever!
Queen of Hearts: THAT'S VERY IMPORTANT! Jury, write that down!

Queen of Hearts: [yelling] OOOOFF WITH YOUR HAT!
Mad Hatter: Oh, my! [takes his hat off which reveals a teapot and teacup, giggles]
King of Hearts: Where were you when this horrible crime was committed?
Mad Hatter: I was home drinking tea. [pours tea into a cup] Today, you know, was... [drinks tea] unbirthday.
King of Hearts: Why, my dear, today is YOUR unbirthday, too!
Queen of Hearts: It is?
March Hare: It is?
Card Guards: IT IS??? [to Alice's horror]

Queen of Hearts: [after the Queen of Hearts is hit in the head and covered in the tapestry] Somebody's head IS GOING TO ROLL FOR THIS! [RRRRIP! Queen's face covered by jam, seeing that Alice must have done this] AH-HA!
Alice: [after throwing away the gavel and jam and stuffing her hands in her apron's pockets, which soon reveals there are parts of the mushroom] The mushroom! [she quickly eats both parts]
Queen of Hearts: [yelling] OFF WITH HER HE-! [covers her mouth in shock as Alice is grown to the height of the courtroom]

Alice: [to the card guards, after she grows to the height of the courtroom] Oh, pooh. I'm not afraid of you. Why, you're nothing, but a pack of cards.
King of Hearts: [reading through a rulebook] Rule Number 42: All persons more than a mile high must leave the court immediately!
Alice: I am not a mile high! And I’m not leaving.
Queen of Hearts: [nervously] S-Sorry. Rule Number 42, you know.
Alice: Now, as for you, Your Majesty. [unaware that she is shrinking quickly] Or Your Majesty, indeed. Why, you're not a queen. Why, you're just a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old ty... [finally realizes she has shrunk down] ...tyrant.
Queen of Hearts: [laughs evilly] And, uh, what were you saying, my dear?
Cheshire Cat: [appears suddenly, to Alice's horror] Well, she simply said that you're a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old tyrant! [disappears laughing]
Queen of Hearts: [yelling] OOOOOOOFF WITH HER HEAAAAD!

[Alice reaches the door to escape from the mob]
Doorknob: [tries to open the door] D'oh! I'm - still locked, you know!
Alice: [in horror] But the queen! I simply *must* get out!
Doorknob: [chuckles] But you *are* outside.
Alice: [releases her grip on the Doorknob] What?
Doorknob: [opens his mouth] See for yourself. [Alice sees through his mouth and sees herself asleep with Dinah also sleeping on her lap by a tree in a beautiful meadow]
Alice: Why - why, that's me! I'm asleep!
Queen of Hearts: [shouting from a distance, advancing toward Alice along with a mob of other Wonderland characters] Don't let her get away! Off with her head!
Alice: [in terror, through the Doorknob's mouth] Alice, wake up! Please, wake up, Alice! [the mob comes closer] Alice! Please, wake up, Alice! [as the mob draws nearer, the screen goes into swirling multicolor until it shows Alice sleeping by the tree]
[last lines]
Alice: [voiceover] Alice! Alice! Alice!
Alice's sister: [changes to her sister's] Alice! Alice! Will you kindly pay attention and recite your lesson?
Alice: [waking up after escaping the mob] Hm? Oh. Oh, uh, how doth the little crocodile improve each shining tail and pour the waters of the...
Alice's sister: Alice, what *are* you talking about?
Alice: Oh, I'm sorry. But you see, the Caterpillar said...
Alice's sister: Caterpillar? Oh, for goodness sakes. Alice, I... Oh, well. Come along, it's time for tea.

About Alice in Wonderland[edit]

  • No story in English literature has intrigued me more than Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. It fascinated me the first time I read it as a schoolboy and as soon as I possibly could after I started making animated cartoons, I acquired the film rights to it. People in his period had no time to waste on triviality, yet Carroll with his nonsense and fantasy furnished a balance between seriousness and enjoyment which everybody needed then and still needs today.


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