To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.

I can't know everything, pretend you're an orphan.

That was rude, you *are*! Rabbit knows a thing or two and I myself, don't need a weathervane to tell which way the wind blows.

Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!

The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.

I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.

The Queen is dead and gone. Well, at least she's gone... for now. Long live Alice! Long live Wonderland.