Alice in Wonderland (1999 TV Movie)
Martin Short: Mad Hatter, Chinless Idiot
Quotes
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The Dormouse : Officer, these men are criminals.
Mad Hatter : Who's got his ear trumpet?
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Mad Hatter : I didn't know that. Personal remarks are rude?
Alice : Mm-hmm.
Mad Hatter : Egad, you learn something new every day. Make a note of that, Marchy. It might come in useful.
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[Alice arrives at the Mad Tea Party]
Alice : I'm lost. Could I get some -- ?
The March Hare : No room.
Mad Hatter : There's no room.
Alice : [indignant] There's plenty of room.
The March Hare : Why didn't you report this sooner, Hatty?
Mad Hatter : I overslept.
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The March Hare : [in an encouraging tone] Have some wine.
Alice : [looking down the table] I don't see any wine.
The March Hare : There isn't any. And you're too young.
Alice : Then it wasn't very nice of you to offer it.
The March Hare : It wasn't very nice of you to sit down without an invitation. This is a private soirée.
Alice : Well, I suppose I shouldn't have just barged in. I know I wasn't invited. But the table was laid out for a lot of people.
Mad Hatter : My response to that is both profound and meaningful. Get your hair cut.
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Mad Hatter : Now I have one for you.
The March Hare : Ooh.
Mad Hatter : Why is a raven like a writing desk?
The March Hare : Why is a raven--?
Mad Hatter : I'm not talking to you.
The March Hare : Why not? Aren't I good enough?
Mad Hatter : You've heard it before.
The March Hare : But you were looking at me when you said "Why is a raven?"
Mad Hatter : [angry] I'm asking Alice!
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Mad Hatter : [singing] Auntie's wooden leg...
The March Hare : I say, I say, I say.
Mad Hatter : How dare you interrupt my song with "I say, I say, I say"?
The March Hare : I say, I say, I say, in this world it's not what you know, but who you know.
Mad Hatter : I don't know either one of them.
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Mad Hatter : [singing] Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, / How I wonder what you're at / Up above the world so high / Like a tea tray in the sky...
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[trying to stuff the Dormouse into a teapot]
Mad Hatter : I told you he wouldn't fit.
The March Hare : Oh, he'll fit. We have to try harder.
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Alice : [thinking about the riddle] Um, Why is a raven like a writing desk? You know, I'm pretty sure I can guess.
The March Hare : You mean you think you know the answer?
Alice : Yes.
The March Hare : Then you should say what you mean.
Alice : Well, I do. At-at least-- at least I mean what I say. That-that is the same thing.
Mad Hatter : It's not the same thing at all. You might as well say "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see."
[a pie sprouts crab legs and crawls across the table]
The March Hare : [eyeing the pie, picking up a fly swatter] You might as well say "I like what I get" as "I get what I like."
[whacks the pie]
The Dormouse : [talking in his sleep, then suddenly awake] Or you might as well say "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe."
[nods off]
Mad Hatter : Well, it is the same thing with you.
[chuckles]
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Mad Hatter : [looking at his watch] What day of the month is it?
Alice : The fourth.
Mad Hatter : Aha! Two days wrong.
[glares at the March Hare]
Mad Hatter : I told you not to use butter.
The March Hare : It was the best butter.
The Dormouse : Danish.
Mad Hatter : Some crumbs must have got into it as well. I said, "don't put butter in the works with a bread knife."
The March Hare : I couldn't put it in with a fork, could I? Here, let me see.
Mad Hatter : I don't want to give it to you, but I will.
[the Hare takes the watch and examines it; first by banging it on the table, and then by dipping it into his teacup]
The March Hare : I don't understand it. It was the best butter.
The Dormouse : Danish.
The March Hare : [He tosses the watch over to Alice, who picks it up and studies it] Here.
Alice : That's a funny watch. It tells the day of the month but not the time.
Mad Hatter : Why should it? Does your watch tell you what year it is?
Alice : No, because it stays a year for so long.
Mad Hatter : Well, then I rest my case.
The March Hare : Where?
Mad Hatter : [points to a pile of suitcases] There.
[breaks into laughter]
The March Hare : I know when I'm beaten.
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The March Hare : Waiter, waiter, there's a hair in my soup.
Mad Hatter : Is it blonde? We're missing a waitress.
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Mad Hatter : Time marches on its stomach.
[laughs]
Alice : It's an army that marches on its stomach.
The March Hare : Odd sort of army, marching on its stomach. I don't like the idea. Yuck.