Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Drink this quickly.

I've been up there for weeks, trailing one Alice after the next,

OFF with their heads!

I would have regretted not seeing you again,

This is impossible

Alice, Alice, oh, Alice.

Take me to Salazen Grum, Bayard, and don't forget the hat.

the Hatter and a dormouse.

There's been some debate about that. I never get involved in politics.

The trees seem sad.

Contrariwise, I believe it's so.

I couldn't be more interested, but you'll have to excuse me.

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Did you hear that? I'm certain I heard something.

Why wouldn't I?

Majesty, Alice has escaped

I like you, Um.

Alice, meet me under the gazebo in precisely 10 minutes.

That should do it.

But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

Nothing was ever accomplished with tears.

So I've come to you, hoping you might understand what it's like.

MALLY: You've brought the wrong Alice.

MARCH HARE: Hide her!

We're looking for the girl called Alice.

- Still believe this is a dream, do you? - Of course.

It's just a pity you have to make them for her.

Yes, you ought, stupid girl. Unroll the Oraculum.

Exactly. Absolem will know who she is.

Not certain anymore.

It wasn't this bad before.

I've been told what I must do and who I must be.

What did that to you?

I fell down a hole and hit my head.

What happened to your clothes?

Well, then, shall it be a bonnet or a boater?

(BAYARD BARKING)

What way? All I want to do is wake up from this dream.

- Give me the sword. - Stay back.

Leek and potato. Yes. That would be...

Wait! You can't leave me here!

- The hat? - Of course.

Farewell Word: Goodbye Sweet Hat.

So many doors, how did you choose?

It's such a long, long way to fall.

But in this moment...

I think of your husband often. He was truly a man of vision.

Your carriage, milady.

She killed my Jabber-baby wonky? She killed my Jabber-baby wonky?

Mmm. Yeah, Frabjous being the day you slay the Jabberwocky.

especially now that you're you, and the proper size.

(PLAYING TRUMPET)

You don't want to ruin her marriage, do you?

She killed my Jabber-baby-wocky?

If she were born on her birthday, she might hear it this morning. If she isn't speaking up, she'll figure it out week after week.

You think you can blink those pretty little eyes

- And her head? - Bulbous.

Oh, Alice, dear, where have you been?