The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe Movie Quotes!!!
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 are a daughter of Eve?
Lucy Pevensie: [confused] My mum's name is Helen...
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: Yes... but, you are in fact... human?
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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.
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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.
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Lucy Pevensie: But I'm telling you, there's another land inside the wardrobe!
Edmund Pevensie: I believe her.
Lucy Pevensie: You do?
Edmund Pevensie: Yeah. Haven't I told you about the football field inside the bathroom cupboard?
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Professor Kirke: You seem to have disturbed the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper.
Peter Pevensie: Sorry sir, it won't happen again.
Susan Pevensie: It's our sister, sir.
Professor Kirke: The weeping girl?
Susan Pevensie: She's upset.
Professor Kirke: Hence the weeping.
Susan Pevensie: Lucy thinks she's found a magical land...
Professor Kirke: Hmmm.
Susan Pevensie: In the upstairs wardrobe.
Professor Kirke: [eyes widening, he rushes to the children] What? What did you say?
Peter Pevensie: Our sister... she thinks she's found a wood...
Professor Kirke: What was it like?
Susan Pevensie: Like talking to a lunatic...
Professor Kirke: No, no, not her, the wood!
Susan Pevensie: [stares] You don't mean you believe her?
Professor Kirke: And you don't?
Susan Pevensie: Are you saying we should believe her story?
Professor Kirke: Why not?
Susan Pevensie: Well, logically, it can't be real.
Professor Kirke: Logic? What are they teaching at schools these days?
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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!
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[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: Well I'm not gonna sniff it if that's what you want.
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Peter Pevensie: He said he knows the faun.
Susan Pevensie: He's a beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything!
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Mr. Beaver: When Adam's Flesh and Adam's bone sits in Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done.
Susan Pevensie: That doesn't exactly rhyme
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Jadis The White Witch: Faun, do you know why you are here?
Mr. Tumnus: Because I believe in a free Narnia.
Jadis The White Witch: You're here because *he* turned you in... for sweeties. [pointing to Edward]
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Mr. Beaver: Come on, hurry up!
Peter Pevensie: If he tells us to hurry up one more time, I am going to make him into a big, fluffy hat.
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Fox: I'm sorry, your Majesty.
Jadis The White Witch: Don't waste my time with flattery
Fox: Not to be rude, ma'am, but I wasn't talking to you.
[looks at Edmund]
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Lucy Pevensie: Don't beavers build dams?
Mr. Beaver: I'm not THAT fast, dear.
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Mrs. Beaver: You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?
Mr. Beaver: Well, you never know if your next meal's going to be your last. Especially with your cooking.
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Maugrim: [to Susan and Lucy] Please don't run. We're tired, and we'd prefer to kill you quickly.
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Maugrim: You may think your a king, but your going to die like a dog!
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Edmund Pevensie: [horse rears up] Whoa, Horsey.
Philip the Horse: The name is Philip.
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Jadis The White Witch: You know, Aslan, I'm a little disappointed in you. Did you honestly think 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!
[after stabbing Aslan] The great cat is dead!
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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.
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