A: I’m so happy to see you. I thought they were going to…
H: So did I. But they didn’t, and now here I am, still in one piece. And I’m rather
glad about that now that I’m seeing you again. I would have regretted not
seeing you again, especially now that you’re you, and the proper size. And it’s a good size. It’s a right proper Alice size.
H: Size. Fez. I’m fine.
A: Where’s your hat?
C: How’s the arm, love?
A: All healed.
C: Goodbye, sweet hat.
H: Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk? A: Let me think about it.
H: You know what tomorrow is, don’t you?
A: Frabjous Day. How could I forget? Wish I’d wake up.
H: Still believe this is a dream, do you?
A: Of course. This has all come from my own mind. H: Which would mean that I’m not real?
A: Afraid so. You’re just a figment of my imagination. I would dream up someone who’s half-mad.
H: Yes, yes. But you would have to be half-mad to dream me up. A: I must be then. I’ll miss you when I wake up.