I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want.
There's no mistake. Aslan is on the move.
Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe just like I told you!
I told you he was real!
Why can't you just do as you're told?
You just have to make everything worse! When are you going to learn to GROW UP?!
I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!
For Narnia÷ and for Aslan!
If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat.
Did that bird just 'pssst' us ?
We're from Finchley!
Peter, just because some man in a red coat gives you a sword it doesn't make you a hero!
He's a beaver; he shouldn't be saying anything!
Lucy, the only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe.
You think you're dad, but you're NOT!
Didn't I tell you about the football field in the bathroom cupboard?
Lucy . . . I think I believe you now.
Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled.
Tonight, the Deep Magic will be appeased, but tomorrow, we will take Narnia forever!
Think about whose side you're on, Edmund. Mine... ... or theirs?
If it's a war Aslan wants, it's a war he shall get.
I have no interest in prisoners. Kill them all.
Welcome Peter, son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, daughters of Eve. And welcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the fourth?
Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written.