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

Let your *need* guide you behavior. *Supress* your instinct to lead... Pursue Rabbit!

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

Meta-Essence is the life-force of Wonderland. That of your enemies is especially potent. Collect what you can. Use it wisely.

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

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.