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| 'That? Seems so ordinary for an oracle...' | |
| You used to be much more...'muchier.' You've lost your muchness. | |
| 'If it aint vorple, it ain't dead' 'No how..' | |
| 'He's a prince. But alas, he cannot marry me unless he renounces his throne. It's tragic, isn't it?' | |
| 'Speek fatboys! Amuse us!' | |
| 'I believe your name has slipped the Queen's mind.' | |
| 'I can't help you if you don't even know who you are, stupid girl' | |
| 'I've been considering words that start with the letter M. Moron. Mutiny. Murder. Mmm-malice' | |
| The trees seem sad...have you been speaking with them? Perhaps a little more kindly?' | |
| 'Well, if it isn't my favorite trio... of lunatics' | |
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| 'How's the arm, love?' | |
| So my old foe, we meet on the battlefield once again. | |
| 'When that day comes I shall futterwacken... vigorously.' | |
| 'YOUR LATE FOR TEA!!' (throws cup...) | |
| SHE KILLED MY JABBER-BABY-WOCKEY???!!!' | |
| 'You can always paint the roses red.' | |
| 'All This talk of blood and slaying has put me off my tea...' | |
| 'It needs to be purified by someone with evaporating skills or it will fester and putrify...' (Massive grin...) | |
| 'Well. If it isn't the *wrong* Alice.' | |
| 'Arrest that girl for unlawful seduction!' | |
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