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[Mr Beaver is carefully testing the strength of the ice. It starts to crack beneath him
] Mrs. Beaver
: You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you? Mr. Beaver
: Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last. Especially with your cooking.
: When Adam's Flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done. Susan Pevensie
: You know that doesn't really rhyme.
: This is what becomes of those who cross the witch. Mr. Beaver
: You take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters! Fox
: Relax. I'm one of the good guys. Mr. Beaver
: Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones. Fox
: An unfortunate family resemblance. But we can argue breeding later. Right now we've got to move.
: Peter said, 'Get out of here!' Edmund Pevensie
: Peter's not king yet!
[Mrs. Beaver is packing food before they flee from the wolves
] Peter Pevensie
: What's she doing? Mrs. Beaver
: Oh, you'll be thanking me later. It's a long journey, and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry. Mr. Beaver
: I'm cranky now!
: I'm gonna kill him. Mr. Beaver
: You may not have to. Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?
: Come on, humans. While we're still young! Peter Pevensie
: If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat.
: There's a right bit more than hope. Aslan... is on the move.
: Don't beavers make dams? Mr. Beaver
: I'm not *that* fast, dear.
[Peter sees Mr. Beaver in the woods and doesn't yet know he can talk
] Peter Pevensie
: Here, boy, tsk, tsk, tsk.
[holds out hand
] Mr. Beaver
: I ain't going to smell it if that's what you want.
[Mrs. Beaver is healing Fox, who was injured by the Wolves
: I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite. Ow! Mrs. Beaver
: Oh, stop squirming! You're worse than Beaver on bath day. Mr. Beaver
: Worst day of the year.
[the children and the Beavers are fleeing from the wolves in an underground tunnel
] Mrs. Beaver
: You should have brought a map! Mr. Beaver
: [referring to Mrs. Beaver's insistence on packing food before leaving
] There wasn't room next to the jam!
: Thank you for your hospitality, but we really have to go. Mr. Beaver
: Oh, you can't just leave. Lucy Pevensie
: He's right. We have to help Mr. Tumnus.
: Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight. At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more. When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death. And when he shakes his mane, it will be spring again.
: Is he... safe? Mr. Beaver
: Safe? Don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Of course he isn't safe... but... he's GOOD... He's the King.
: Are you the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve? Peter Pevensie
: Well, we're some of them.
: Aslan, we've come. Aslan
: WELCOME Peter, son of Adam! Welcome Susan and Lucy, daughters of Eve! Welcome He-beaver and She-beaver! But where is the fourth? Mr. Beaver
: He has betrayed us, oh Aslan.
: May I present the kings and queens of Gnarnia! Peter the Heroic. Susan the Just. Edward the Loyal. And Lucy the Dumb Shit.