Alice: trying to get back to her roots

The Rose: Just what species or, shall we say, genus are you, my dear?

Alice: Well, I guess you would call me... genus, humanus... Alice.

Queen of Hearts: Now, where do you come from?

Alice: Well, I'm trying to find my way home . . .

Alice: Oh, no, no. I was just hoping

that you could help me find my way.

Cheshire Cat: Well that depends on where you want to get to.

Daisy: What kind of a garden do you come from?

Alice: Oh, I don't come from any garden.

Daisy: Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Alice: If I had a world of my own,

everything would be nonsense.

Nothing would be what it is

because everything would be what it isn't.

And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be,

and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Christ Church, Oxford

Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea?

Alice: Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more.

March Hare: Ah, you mean you can't very well take less.

Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.

Alice's Shop

Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit,

I'd ask the Mad Hatter.

Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...

White Rabbit: I'm late / I'm late /

For a very important date.

/ No time to say "Hello." / Goodbye.

/ I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.

After transatlantic travel, and considerable delay,

Alice finally makes it from California to Oxford.

Thanks to ArtSpark Theatre
for the inspiration
and loan of Alice.