Nikabrik: You said you were going to get rid of him.

Trufflehunter: No, I said I would take care of him.

[Susan finds a chess piece in the ruins.]

Edmund: Hey, that's mine. From my chess set.

Peter: Which chess set?

Edmund: Well I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?

Dr. Cornelius: You have a chance to become the most notable contradiction in history: the Telmarine who saved Narnia.

King Miraz: Well then, Prince Edmund...

Edmund Pevensie: It's King, actually.

King Miraz: I beg your pardon?

Edmund Pevensie: It's King Edmund. Just King though. Peter's the High King. [Awkward pause.] I know, it's confusing.

Prince Caspian: Here, take the horn.

Susan: Keep it. You might need to call me again.

Lucy: You might need to call me again?!

Susan: Oh be quiet!

Prince Caspian: What are you?

Trufflehunter: You know, it's funny you should ask that. You'd think more people would know a badger when they see one.

Peter: We didn't mean to leave, you know.

Trumpkin: Doesn't make much difference now, does it?

Peter: Get us to the Narnians and it will.

Aslan: Things never happen the same way twice, dear one.

Peter Pevensie: That's the trouble, girls. You can't keep a map in your heads.

Lucy Pevensie: That's because our heads have something in them.

Reepicheep: Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine.

Prince Caspian: You are a mouse.

Reepicheep: I was hoping for something a little more original.

Trufflehunter: Enough, Nikabrik! Or do I have to sit on your head again?

Lucy Pevensie: They're so still.

Trumpkin: The trees? What did you expect?

Lucy Pevensie: They used to dance.

Prince Caspian: You're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct.

Nikabrik: Sorry to disappoint you.

Reepicheep: We were expecting someone taller!

Trumpkin: You're one to talk.

Lucy: I wonder who lived here.

Susan: I think we did.

Prince Caspian: I wish we had more time.

Susan: We wouldn't have worked out, anyway.

Prince Caspian: Why not?

Susan: Well, I am 1300 years older than you.