My mum always said: "It's a dog-eat-dog world, son. You get them before they get you. Eat your greens. Please don't do that. Stop embarrassing me in front of the neighbors. I think it would be best if you just leave home and never come back!" She wasn't even really my mum. She bought me from a man...
We just have to try the key in every single lock we pass, and when we find the one the key opens, we'll know that 10,000 bloody years have passed!!
We'll do things that rich people do. We'll bathe in... fish. And eat our weight in chocolate buttons!
I shall slip unnoticed throught the darkness, like a dark, unnoticed, slippy thing.
Joanne: All those kids in there want to run away and join the circus!
Helena: Great, they can have MY life! I want to run away and join real life!
Citizen: The charm.
Prime Minister: No, that's actually a chicken.
Citizen: The charm!
Prime Minister: I understand this must be quite painful for you, but really it is a chicken.
Chicken: I keep trying to tell him, he just doesn't listen!
(Helena offers to find the charm)
Prime Minister: My dear, it will be like looking for a needle - no, something smaller than a needle - in a haystack, when you don't even know if you're in the right field! I'm sorry, but all in all, it is completely, utterly, unarguably, quintessentually hopeless.
(The flower held by the sleeping Queen suddenly blooms)
Helena: What does that mean?
Prime Minister: It means... that it's maybe not quintessentually hopeless.
Valentine: Is this a riddle thing?
(Helena gives it her cake; the sphinx just bats at it)
Sphinx: Still hungry.
[The Gryphon has been unable to answer Helena's riddle: "What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles?"]
Helena: It's a herring.
Gryphon: But a herring isn't green.
Helena: You can paint it green.
Gryphon: But a herring doesn't hang on a wall.
Helena: You can nail it to a wall.
Gryphon: [through clenched teeth] But a herring doesn't WHISTLE!!
Helena: Oh come on, I just put that in to stop it from being too obvious.