Professor Kirke: You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper.
Peter Pevensie: We're very sorry, sir, it won't happen again.
Susan Pevensie: It's our sister, sir. Lucy.
Professor Kirke: The weeping girl?
Susan Pevensie: Yes, sir. She's upset.
Professor Kirke: Hence the weeping.
Susan Pevensie: [about Lucy] She thinks she's found a magical land... In the upstairs wardrobe.
Professor Kirke: [eyes widening, he rushes to the children] What did you say?
Peter Pevensie: Um, the wardrobe. Upstairs. Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside.
Susan Pevensie: She won't stop going on about it.
Professor Kirke: What was it like?
Susan Pevensie: Like talking to a lunatic.
Professor Kirke: No, no, no. Not her, the forest!
Susan Pevensie: [stares] You're not saying you believe her?
Professor Kirke: You don't?
Susan Pevensie: But, of course not. I mean, logically it's impossible.
Professor Kirke: What do they teach in schools these days?
Mr. Beaver: 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.
Fox: Forgive me, your Majesty.
Jadis The White Witch: Oh, don't waste my time with flattery.
Fox: Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you.
[looks at Edmund]
Susan Pevensie: Gastrovascular... Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular.
Peter Pevensie: Is it Latin?
Susan Pevensie: Yes.
Edmund Pevensie: Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"?
[Susan shuts her dictionary]
Lucy Pevensie: We could play hide and seek?
Peter Pevensie: But, we're already having so much fun.
[looks at Susan]
[about to charge into battle]
Peter Pevensie: For Narnia and for Aslan!
Aslan: If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the deep magic differently. That when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, is killed in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack, and even death itself would turn backwards.
Aslan: [almost in a roar] Do not cite the Deep Magic to me Witch. I was there when it was written.
Aslan: Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.
[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.
Jadis The White Witch: [to Edmund] Tell me, Edmond. Are your sisters deaf?
Edmund Pevensie: No.
Jadis The White Witch: And your brother, is he unintelligent?
Edmund Pevensie: Well, I think so. But Mum says...
Jadis The White Witch: [shouting] Then how dare you come alone!
Aslan: To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great western wood, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear northern sky, I give you King Peter the Magnificent.
Peter Pevensie: [to Edmund, after Lucy heals him] When are you gonna learn to do as you're told?
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: And what about you? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?
Lucy Pevensie: I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl. And actually, I'm tallest in my class.
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: You mean to say that you're a daughter of Eve?
Lucy Pevensie: [confused] Well, my mum's name is Helen...
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: Y-Yes, but, you are in fact... human?
Lucy Pevensie: Are you all right? You look awful.
Edmund Pevensie: Well, what do you expect? I mean, it's freezing! How do we get out of here?
Peter Pevensie: She's right. He's gone.
Edmund Pevensie: Then you'll have to lead us.
Edmund Pevensie: Peter, there's an army out there, and it's ready to follow you.
Peter Pevensie: I can't.
Edmund Pevensie: Aslan believed you could. And so do I.
Peter Pevensie: He said he knows the faun.
Susan Pevensie: He's a beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything!
Mr. Beaver: 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.
Lucy Pevensie: It's all right! I'm back! I'm all right!
Edmund Pevensie: Shut up! He's coming!
Peter Pevensie: You know, I'm not sure you two have quite got the idea of this game.
Lucy Pevensie: Weren't you wondering where I was?
Edmund Pevensie: That's the point. That was why he was seeking you!
Susan Pevensie: Does this mean I win?
Peter Pevensie: I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore.
Jadis The White Witch: [after stabbing Aslan] The great cat is dead!
Peter Pevensie: I don't suppose saying "we're sorry" would quite cover it?
Lucy Pevensie: No, it wouldn't.
[pelts him with a snowball]
Lucy Pevensie: But that might!
Professor Kirke: What were you all doing in the wardrobe?
Peter Pevensie: You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.
Professor Kirke: [tosses the cricket ball that had been hit through the window, to Peter]
Professor Kirke: Try me.
[later, alone with Lucy, who is trying to use the wardrobe to enter Narnia]
Professor Kirke: I don't think you'll get back in that way. You see... I've already tried.
Lucy Pevensie: Will we ever go back?
Professor Kirke: Oh, I expect so. But it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. All the same... best to keep your eyes open.
Lucy Pevensie: [holds out her hand] Pleased to meet you Mr. Tumnus, I'm Lucy Pevensie.
[Mr. Tumnus looks at her hand curiously]
Lucy Pevensie: Oh, you shake it.
Mr. Tumnus: Why?
Lucy Pevensie: I... I don't know.
Peter Pevensie: [looking out towards Cair Paravel] Aslan, I'm not who you all think I am.
Aslan: Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat.
[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.
Fox: 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.
[Mr. Beaver takes the Pevensies to his house]
Mrs. Beaver: Those aren't badgers!
Jadis The White Witch: You know, Aslan, I'm a little disappointed in you. Did you honestly think by all this that you could save the human traitor? You are giving me your life and saving no one. So much for love. Tonight, the Deep Magic will be appeased, but tomorrow, we will take Narnia forever! In that knowledge, despair... and die!
Maugrim: Be still, stranger, or you'll never move again. Who are you?
Edmund Pevensie: I'm Edmund. I met the Queen in the woods. She told me to come back here. I'm a Son of Adam!
Maugrim: Hmmm, my apologies, fortunate favored of the queen. Or else, not so fortunate.
Lucy Pevensie: The sheets feel scratchy.
Susan Pevensie: Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon.
Edmund Pevensie: Yeah. If home is still there
Susan Pevensie: Isn't it time you're in bed?
Edmund Pevensie: [to Susan] Yes mum!
Peter Pevensie: Ed! You saw the outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's gonna be great. Really.
[the witch has discovered Edmund has been rescued by Aslan's forces, and Ginarrbrik tied to the tree in Edmund's place]
Ginarrbrik: You're not going to kill me?
Jadis The White Witch: Not 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!
Peter Pevensie: Maybe we could call to the police.
Susan Pevensie: [waving Maugrim's parchment] These ARE the police!
Susan Pevensie: Besides, we could all use the fresh air.
Edmund Pevensie: It's not like there isn't air inside.
Mr. Tumnus: [sees Lucy looking at picture] Now, that... that is my father.
Lucy Pevensie: He has a nice face. He looks a lot like you!
Mr. Tumnus: No. No, I'm not very much like him at all, really.
Lucy Pevensie: My father's fighting in the war.
Mr. Tumnus: My father went away to war too. But that was a long, long time ago.
Older Lucy: [looking at the lamppost as Queen of Narnia] Spare 'Oom!
Susan Pevensie: I'm just trying to be realistic!
Peter Pevensie: No, you're trying to be smart, as usual!
Jadis The White Witch: How do I know your promise will be kept?
Lucy Pevensie: [to Susan, after meeting Father Christmas] Told you he was real!
Lucy Pevensie: Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe like I told you!
Mr. Tumnus: How would it be if you came and had tea with me?
Lucy Pevensie: Oh, I should go.
Mr. Tumnus: It's too late for that, now. I'm such a terrible faun.
Lucy Pevensie: Oh, no. You're the nicest faun I've ever met.
Mr. Tumnus: Then I'm afraid you've had a very poor sampling.
Lucy Pevensie: You can't have done anything that bad.
Mr. Tumnus: It's not something I have done, Lucy Pevensie. It's something I am doing.
Lucy Pevensie: [suspiciously] What are you doing?
Mr. Tumnus: [whispers and in tears] I'm kidnapping you. It was the White Witch. She's the one who makes it always winter, always cold. She gave orders. If any of us ever find a human wondering in the woods, we-we-we-we're supposed to turn it over to her!
Lucy Pevensie: But, Mr. Tumnus, you wouldn't. I thought you were my friend.
Gryphon: They come, your highness, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own.
Oreius: Numbers do not win a battle.
Peter Pevensie: No... but I bet they help.
[after Edmund apologizes for lying about not having been in Narnia]
Lucy Pevensie: [quoting Edmund] That's all right. Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending.
Ginarrbrik: [taunting Edmund, who has been tied to a tree and gagged] Is our little prince uncomfortable? Does he want his pillow fluffed? Special treatment for the special boy! Isn't that what you wanted?
[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!
Jadis The White Witch: If it's a war Aslan wants
[turns a butterfly into stone]
Jadis The White Witch: it's a war he shall get.
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: [to Lucy, speaking of Aslan] After all, he is not a tame lion.
Jadis The White Witch: If it's a war Aslan wants, it's a war he shall get.
Fox: Greetings, gents. Lost something have we?
Maugrim: Don't patronize me! I know where your allegiance lies. We're looking for some humans.
Fox: Humans? Here in Narnia? That's a valuable bit of information, don't you think?
Susan Pevensie: The professor knew we were coming.
Edmund Pevensie: Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled.
Peter Pevensie: [to Edmund after hitting him with the cricket ball] Wake up, Dolly Daydream!
Peter Pevensie: When are you gonna learn to grow up?
Edmund Pevensie: Shut up! You think you're dad, but you're NOT!
Peter Pevensie: Why can't you think about anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could have got us killed!
Lucy Pevensie: I wouldn't lie about this!
Edmund Pevensie: Well, I believe you.
Lucy Pevensie: You do?
Edmund Pevensie: Yeah, of course. Didn't I tell you about the football field in the bathroom cupboard?
Peter Pevensie: I'm gonna kill him.
Mr. Beaver: You may not have to. Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?
Jadis The White Witch: I have no interest in prisoners. Kill them all.
Mr. Tumnus: Now, are you familiar with any Narnian lullabies?
Lucy Pevensie: Sorry, no.
Mr. Tumnus: Well that's good, because this probably won't sound anything like one.
Maugrim: [circling Peter who is holding a sword] C'mon. We've been through this before. We both know you havn't got it in you.
[the White Witch is about to kill the Fox]
Edmund Pevensie: Wait, no don't. Beaver said something about The Stone Table. And that Aslan had an army there.
Jadis The White Witch: An army? Thank you, Edmund. I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty... before he dies!
[Jadis turns the Fox into stone]
Maugrim: [to Susan and Lucy] Please don't try to run. We're tired...
Wolf: ...And we'd prefer to kill you quickly.
Maugrim: You may think you're a king, but you're going to die like a dog!
Mrs. Pevensie: Edmund! Get away from there! Peter!
Mrs. Pevensie: What do you think you're doing? Peter! Quickly, the shelter! Now!
[Peter hands Edmund a fur coat]
Edmund Pevensie: But that's a girl's coat!
Peter Pevensie: [nods] I know.
Jadis The White Witch: Do you know why you're here, Faun?
Mr. Tumnus: Because, I believe in a free Narnia.
Jadis The White Witch: You're here because *he* turned you in... for sweeties.
Mr. Beaver: There's a right bit more than hope. Aslan... is on the move.
Peter Pevensie: I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!
Susan Pevensie: We're from Finchley!
Susan Pevensie: [to Peter] Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword it doesn't make you a hero!
Edmund Pevensie: I shouldn't have encouraged her but you know what little children are like these days. They just don't know when to stop pretending.
[Mrs. Beaver is healing Fox, who was injured by the Wolves]
Fox: 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.
[Susan enters Narnia for the first time]
Susan Pevensie: Impossible!
Ginarrbrik: [to Edmund] How dare you address the Queen of Narnia?
Susan Pevensie: 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.
Maugrim: [to Fox] Your reward is your life. It's not much. But still...
Mrs. MacReady: Professor Kirke is not accustomed to havin' children in this house. And, as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shoutin'. Or runnin'. No improper use of the dumbwaiter.
[Just as Susan is about to touch the nose of a marble bust on the stairway landing, Mrs. MacReady shouts]
Mrs. MacReady: No touchin' of the historical artifacts!
[Mrs. MacReady resumes her authoritative voice]
Mrs. MacReady: And above all, there shall be no disturbin' of the Professor.
Peter Pevensie: Mrs. MacReady?
Mrs. MacReady: I'm afraid so.
[pause as she looks the kids over and their meager baggage]
Mrs. MacReady: Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else?
Peter Pevensie: No, Ma'am. It's just us.
[Lucy nods her head yes]
Mrs. MacReady: Small favors.
[She nods her head for the children to climb into the horse cart]
Jadis The White Witch: [slaps Edmund] You better think carefully about whose side you're on Edmund,
[forcefully turns his head to face the stone fox]
Jadis The White Witch: mine, or theirs.
Jadis The White Witch: You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan.
Aslan: His offense was not against you.
Jadis The White Witch: Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia has been built?
Aslan: [almost a roar] Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written.
Jadis The White Witch: Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property
Peter Pevensie: [pulls out his sword] Try and take him then.
Jadis The White Witch: Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right little king? Aslan knows that in this, I had blood as the law demands. All of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on the stone table... as is tradition. You dare not to refuse me.
Aslan: Enough. I shall talk with you alone.
Aslan: She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood.
Jadis The White Witch: How do I know your promise will be kept?
Jadis The White Witch: Edmund, I would very much like to meet the rest of your family.
Edmund Pevensie: Really? They're nothing special.
Jadis The White Witch: Oh. I'm sure they're not nearly as delightful as you are.
[She grabs Ginarrbrik's hat and wipes Edmund's lips to remove the mess. Then she hands it back to him]
Jadis The White Witch: But you see, Edmund, I have no children of my own. And you are exactly the sort of boy where I could see, one day, you becoming prince of Narnia - maybe even king.
Edmund Pevensie: Really?
Jadis The White Witch: Of course, you'd have to bring your family.
Edmund Pevensie: Oh. Do you mean Peter would be king, too?
Jadis The White Witch: No. No, no. But a king needs servants
Edmund Pevensie: I guess I can bring 'em.