The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

"Daughter of Eve from the fair land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?"
"Either you sister is telling lies, or she is mad, or she is telling the truth."
"He's gone to her, the White Witch. He has betrayed us all."
"I feel my strength coming back to me. Oh, children, catch me if you can!"
"It's all right! Once the feet are put right all the rest of him will follow."
"To be sure, to be sure. How stupid of me! But I've never seen a Son of Adam or a Daughter of Eve before. I am delighted."
"I'm here, I'm here. I've come back, I'm all right."
"Son of Adam, I should so much like to see your brother and your two sisters. Will you bring them to see me?"
"Please, please, please couldn't I have just one piece of Turkish Delight to eat on the way home?"
"Oh, Edmund, I am so glad you've got in too. The others will be have to believe in Narnia now that both of us have been there. What fun it will be!"
"My dear young lady, there is one plan which no one has yet suggested and which is well worth trying."
"Just as if any of us would want to waste half the morning trailing round with a crowd of strange grown-ups!"
"By jove, you're right, and look there--and there. It's trees all round. And this wet stuff is snow. Why, I do believe we've got into Lucy's wood after all."
"I think Lu ought to be the leader, goodness knows she deserves it. Where will you take us, Lucy?"
"I don't want to go a step further and I wish we'd never come. But I think we must try to do something for Mr. Whatever-his-name-is--I mean the Faun."
"So you've come at last! At last! To think that ever I should live to see this day!"
"Couldn't we have some stratagem? I mean couldn't we dress up as something, or pretend to be--oh, peddlers or anything--or watch till she was gone out--or--oh, hang it all, there must be some way."
"That you will, dearie, and no mistake. If there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly."
"Only Aslan, we must go on and meet him. That's our only chance now."
"How dare you come alone? Did I not tell you to bring the others with you?"
"Don't you start fussing either, Mr. Beaver. There. That's better. There's five loads and the smallest for the smallest of us: that's you, my dear."
"I've come at last. She has kept me out for a long time, but I have got in at last. Aslan is on the move. The Witch's magic is weakening."
"Merry Christmas! Long live the true King!"
"I hear and obey, O Queen,"
"Please, your Majesty, we were give them. And if I might make so bold as to drink your Majesty's very good health."
"He has not been here! He cannot have been here! How dare you--but no. Say you have been lying and you shall even now be forgiven."
"We shall never overtake them walking. Not with the start they've got."
"No, Sons of Adam before animals."
"Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. Welcome He-Beaver and She-Beaver."
"Yet it might be better to keep this one for bargaining with."
"Sire, there is a messenger from the enemy who craves audience."
"Let us say I have forgotten it. Tell us of this Deep Magic."
"Fall back, all of you and I will talk to the Witch alone."
"We must move from this place at once, it will be wanted for other purposes. We shall encamp tonight at the Fords of Beruna."
"Lucy! What was that he said about not being with us at the battle? You don't think he could be stealing away and leaving us tonight, do you?"
"And now, who has won? Fool, did you think that by all this you would save the human traitor? Now I will kill you instead of him as our pack was and so the Deep Magic will be appeased. But when you are dead what will prevent me from killing him as well?"
"And now, to business. I feel I am going to roar. You had better put your fingers in your ears."
"Bless me! I must have been asleep. Now! Where's that dratted little Witch that was running about on the ground. Somewhere just by my feet it was."
"Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. Bear it well, Sons of Adam! Bear it well, Daughters of Eve!"
"Fair Consorts, let us now alight from our horses and follow this beast into the thicket; for in all my days I never hunted a nobler quarry."
"Of course you'll get back to Narnia again someday. Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia. But don't go trying to use the same route twice."