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?
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.
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.