I know it’s been more than 2 years since The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe came out, but I thought I’d write about it today. After all, it is what led me to enter the world of Narnia as I mentioned here. If you want to read my favorite lines from Prince Caspian, please click here.

Susan: Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar… Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular.
Peter: Is it Latin?
Susan: Yes.
Edmund: Is it Latin for “worst game ever invented”? (Susan shuts her dictionary with a withering look at Edmund)
Lucy: We could play hide and seek!
Peter: But we’re already having so much fun. (looking at Susan)

Mr. Tumnus: And what about you? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?
Lucy: I’m not a dwarf! I’m a girl. And actually, I’m tallest in my class.

Lucy: (holds out her hand) Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tumnus, I’m Lucy Pevensie. (Mr. Tumnus looks at her hand curiously) Oh, you shake it.
Mr. Tumnus: W-why?
Lucy: I… I don’t know!

White Witch: I can make anything you’d like.
Edmund: Can you make me taller?

Professor Kirke: You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper.
Peter: We’re very sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.
Susan: It’s our sister, Sir. Lucy.
Professor Kirke: The weeping girl?
Susan: Yes, sir. She’s upset.
Professor Kirke: Hence the weeping.

Edmund: (after Peter hands a ladies coat to him) But that’s a girl’s coat!
Peter: (nods) I know.

Susan: Did that bird just “pssst” us?

Peter: (upon first seeing Mr. Beaver) Here, boy, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Mr. Beaver: (after looking at the Peter’s outstretched hand) Well I ain’t gonna smell it if that’s what you want.

Peter: He said he knows the faun.
Susan: He’s a beaver, he shouldn’t be saying anything!

Mr. Beaver: When Adam’s flesh and Adam’s bone sits in Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done.
Susan: You know that doesn’t really rhyme.
Mr. Beaver: I know, but you’re kind of missing the point.

Peter: (to the beavers) I think you’ve made a mistake. We’re not heroes!
Susan: We’re from Finchley!

Peter: (watching Mrs. Beaver packing food) What are you doing?
Mrs. Beaver: You’ll be thanking me later. It’s a long journey, and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he’s hungry.
Mr. Beaver: I’m cranky now!

Mr. Beaver: (after seeing that his friends have been turned to stone) You take one more step, traitor, and I’ll chew you to splinters!
Fox: Relax. I’m one of the good guys.
Mr. Beaver: Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones. (referring to the wolves)
Fox: An unfortunate family resemblance. But we can argue breeding later.

Fox: Forgive me, your Majesty.
White Witch: Don’t waste my time with flattery.
Fox: Not to seem rude, but I wasn’t actually talking to you. (looks pointedly at Edmund)

Mr. Beaver: Come on, hurry up!
Peter: If he tells us to hurry up one more time, I am going to make him into a big, fluffy hat.

Susan: (when they were about to finally meet Aslan) Why are they all staring at us?
Lucy: Maybe they think you look funny.

Peter: (looking out towards Cair Caravel) Aslan, I’m not who you think I am.
Aslan: You’re Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat.

Maugrim: (to Susan and Lucy who were playing by the water on their own) Please don’t run…
Wolf: We’re tired…
Maugrim: And we’d prefer to kill you quickly.

Gryphon: They come, your Highness, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own.
Oreius: Numbers do not win a battle.
Peter: No… But I bet they help.

Peter: For Narniaaaa!!! And for Aslannnn!!!

Edmund: (when his horse suddenly rears up while he is learning to ride it and use his sword) Whoa, horsey.
Philip the Horse: (in haughty tones) My name is Philip.

Peter: (to Edmund, during the battle) There are too many of them! Go! Get out of here! Get the girls, and get them home!
Mr. Beaver: (dragging Edmund away) Come on, you heard him! (Edmund starts towards Peter) Peter said to go!
Edmund: Peter’s not king yet.