The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe:Â
TUMNUS: Daughter of Eve, from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, will you come and take tea with me?
LUCY: Thank you, Mr Tumnus, but I ought to get back.
TUMNUS: It’s only just around the corner. There’ll be a roaring fire – and toast – and sardines – and cake.
LUCY: Well, I can’t stay long.
TUMINUS: Take my arm, Daughter of Eve. I’ll hold my umbrella over the both of us. That’s the way. Now – off we go to my humble home. After you, Daughter of Eve.
The Railway Children:Â
PETER: Hush! Stop! What’s that sound?
BOBBIE: It’s a sort of rustling… whispering… Look! The tree over there!
PETER: It’s moving!
BOBBIE: So are the others. It’s like the woods in Macbeth.
PETER: They’re falling down the cutting on to the line!
BOBBIE: Look what a great mound it’s made
PETER: And there is so much dust. (With a sense of urgency) Oh, Bobbie. The 11.29 down hasn’t gone by yet. We must let them know at the station, or there’ll be a most frightful accident.
Who Exactly Are You?
MOLLY: (Coughs) Er hem! (LADY B doesn’t acknowledge her presence) Er hem??!! (louder)
LADY BABSWORTH: Do you have a cold?
MOLLY: No m’am
LADY BABSWORTH: (Abruptly) Then why are you coughing?
MOLLY: Sorry m’am
LADY BABSWORTH: Don’t be pathetic! Who exactly are you anyway?
MOLLY: I’m the new maid m’am.
LADY BABSWORTH: Well where’s the old one? What happened to her? One minute she was dusting the chandeliers, up a ladder, the next moment she’s run off, such a lazy girl, … never liked her anyway, or the one before that for that matter!