The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Aslan:
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?

Aslan:
If the witch understood the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently, for when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, dies in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack and even death itself will turn backwards.

Aslan:
Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch! I was there when it was written.

Aslan:
To the glistening Eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the valiant. To the great Western wood , King Edmund The Just. To the radiant Southern sun, Queen Susan, the gentle, and to the clear Northern sky, I give you King Peter, the magnificent. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen, may your wisdom grace us till the stars rain down from the heavens.

Lucy Pevensie:
Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe just like I told you!

Lucy Pevensie:
[To Edmund] That's alright, some little children just don't know when to stop pretending.

Peter Pevensie:
[to Mr. Beaver] I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!

Susan Pevensie:
Peter, just because some man in a red coat gives you a sword it doesn't make you a hero!

Edmund Pevensie:
[mocking Lucy] Find any new countries in the cupboard lately?

Mr. Tumnus:
Always winter, never Christmas.

Lucy:
[holds out her hand] Pleased to meet you.

[Mr. Tumnus looks at her hand curiously]

Lucy:
Oh, you shake it.

Mr. Tumnus:
Why?

Lucy:
I don't know. People do that when they meet each other.

Edmund:
Why can't we play hide-and-seek again?

Peter:
I thought you said it was a kids game.

Susan:
Besides, we could all use the fresh air.

Edmund:
It's not like there isn't air inside....

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:
Yeah, I know it don't, but you're kind of missing the point!

Susan:
Do you think we'll need jam?

Peter:
Only if the Witch serves toast!

Mrs. Beaver:
You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?

Mr. Beaver:
Well, you never know if your next meal's going to be your last. Especially with your cooking.

Aslan:
That is Cair Paravel, Castle of the four thrones. In one of which you will sit, as High King. [Peter looks down] You doubt the prophecy?

Peter:
No, that's just it. Aslan, I'm not who you think I am.

Aslan:
Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat. [chuckles] Peter, there is a deep magic more powerful than any of us. It defines right from wrong. It over sees all our destinies. Yours, and mine.

Peter:
But I couldn't reach out over my own family.

Aslan:
You brought them safely this far.

Peter:
Not all of them.

Aslan:
Peter, I will do what I can to save your brother. But I need you to consider what I ask of you. I too want my family safe.

[The children step outside, they hear rustles from the bushes. Mr. Beaver approaches]

Lucy:
It's a beaver.

Peter:
[holds out his hand, approaching to mr. beaver and clicking his tongue] Here, boy. come here.

Mr. Beaver:
[stares at it then sits upright] Well, I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want!

White Witch:
Tell me, Edmund. Are your sisters deaf?

Edmund:
No.

White Witch:
And your brother. Is he unintelligent?

Edmund:
Well, I think so. But Mum says...

White Witch:
[gets up from her throne, furious] Then HOW DARE YOU COME ALONE?!

Edmund:
I tried!

White Witch:
Edmund, I asked so little of you.

Edmund:
They just don't listen to me!

Mr. Beaver:
Look. Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the secret police, it's all happenin' because of you.

Susan:
You're blaming us?

Mrs. Beaver:
No, not blaming. Thanking you.

Mr. Beaver:
There's a prophecy. "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:
Yeah, I know it don't, but you're kind of missing the point!

Edmund:
Well, I believe you.

Lucy:
You do?

Edmund:
Yeah, of course. Didn't I tell you about the football field in the bathroom cupboard?

Peter:
Oh, will you just stop. You just have to make everything worse, don't you?

Edmund:
It's just a joke.

Peter:
When are you gonna learn to grow up?

Edmund:
SHUT UP! YOU THINK YOU'RE DAD, BUT YOU'RE NOT! [Edmund runs out of the room]

Susan:
Well, that was nicely handled. [Susan leaves the room as well]

White Witch:
You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan.

Aslan:
His offense was not against you.

White Witch:
Have you forgotten the sacred laws upon which Narnia was built?

Aslan:
[snarling] Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch! I was there when it was written.

White Witch:
Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property.

Mr. Tumnus:

"And the sun rose high, of a blue bell sky"

Aslan:
[to Peter] Peter, there is a Deep Magic more powerful than any of us that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong, and governs all our destinies. Yours... and mine.

Edmund Pevensie:
Didn't I tell you 'bout the football field in the bathroom cupboards?

Edmund Pevensie:
[After Susan throws a snowball at him, which hits him in the shoulder] Ow! Stop it!

Mr. Tumnus:
It was the White Witch. She was the one who made it always winter, always cold. She gave orders.

White Witch:
Aslan knows unless I have blood as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on a stone table as is tradition. You dare not to refuse me.

White Witch:
Tonight, the Deep Magic will be appeased. But tomorrow, we will take Narnia... forever!