The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You, too?
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.
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!
Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run.
I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.
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.
Meta-Essence is the life-force of Wonderland. That of your enemies is especially potent. Collect what you can. Use it wisely.
I can't know everything, pretend you're an orphan.
Is our situation not dismal? Wonderland is so discombobulated that lady bugs have turned belligerent and enlisted in the queen's army! Punish their conversion!
Let your *need* guide you behavior. *Supress* your instinct to lead... Pursue Rabbit!
The Queen is dead and gone. Well, at least she's gone... for now. Long live Alice! Long live Wonderland.
To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.
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.
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.
