Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run.

Those who say there's nothing like a nice cup of tea for calming the nerves never had *real* tea. It's like a syringe of adrenaline straight to the heart!

If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.

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.

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

I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.

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