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Ah! Ah!
All the same...
And even death itself will turn backwards.
And neither will the river
Be still, stranger, or you'll never move again
Bear them well and wisely.
Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat
Besides, you and I are going to be seeing each other again very soon.
But that was a long, long time ago.
But what about Mr
Come on, leave it!
Come on, Lucy. We have to stick together now.
Come on!
Edmund! Get away from there!
Everything's gonna be all right. It's gonna be fine.
Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!
Get out!
Go on, fall back!
Hang on!
He was my best mate.
Hurry, Mother! They're after us!
I am glad to have met you.
I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant.
I know where your allegiance lies.
I left before they said anything.
I mean, logically, it's impossible
I was just, um... I didn't want to scare you.
I'm so cold.
I'm sorry I'm like that.
In one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King.
In that knowledge,
Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"?
Is our little prince uncomfortable?
Is she safe?
It defines right from wrong,
It's all right, Mrs. Macready. I'm sure there's an explanation.
Knight of Narnia.
Leave now while you can, and your brother leaves with you.
Long live Aslan!
Make him let me go! I didn't do anything wrong!
May I have your tickets, please? Tickets, please.
Maybe even King.
Mum's not here
Narnia? What's that?
Nice cup o' Rosy Lee
No more ice.
Now, how about something hot to drink?
Oh, I'm sure they're not nearly as delightful as you are
Oh, no
Oh, you'll be thanking me later.
Only Aslan can help your brother now
Our guest is hungry.
Peter! What do you think you're doing?
Please don't try to run.
Promise me you'll look after the others.
Queen Susan, the Gentle.
Run him through!
Still plenty to do. Ain't quite finished it yet.
Still, I dare say you could do with these.
Stop, Peter! Maybe we should listen to him!
Thank you, Susan.
That's enough.
The evil time will be over and done."
The raids, which lasted for several hours..
The trees.
The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan.
The Witch's army is nearing, sire. What are your orders?
The woods are full of her spies
There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past.
There you are.
These aren't branches.
They need to know.
Think about whose side you're on, Edmund
To the glistening Eastern Sea,
Trust in this bow and it will not easily miss
Try me.
Wait! The beaver said something about Aslan!
We have to tell the others.
We have work to do.
We should go.
We will take Narnia
We'll keep the giants in reserve and send the dwarfs in first.
We're going home?
We're not even taking them out of the wardrobe.
Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam.
Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve.
Well, I was wondering,
Well, my mum's name is Helen.
Well, neither are you, Beaver.
What are you doing?
Where are the fugitives?
Where's Edmund?
Will you just stop?
Yah! Yah! Yah!
You were so helpful to my wolves last night.
You will listen to your brother, won't you, Edmund?
You're the nicest faun I've ever met.
[Growling] [Grunts]
[Growling] [Snarling]
[Growls] [Screaming]
[Screeching] Go on!
[Sirens] [Explosions]
[Sobbing] [Man] Oh!
[Yelping, barking] After him.
93, 94, 95... [sighs]
Are you all right? I'm a little tired.
But that might! Oh!
Come on, you idiot, run! [Grunting]
His blood is my property
Hurry! Mum!
just across the frozen river. River?
Leave me alone! [Woman] What is it now, Ginarrbrik?
My name is Philip. Oh.
Now. She may already know you're here. [Grunting]
Oh. [Chuckling]
on the Stone Table... [crowd murmuring]
Thank you very much. Oh
Thanking you. There's a prophecy.
The weeping girl. Yes, sir.
They just don't listen to me! You couldn't even do that
We're not heroes. We're from Finchley.
Why? To stop the prophecy from coming true
You didn't believe her, either. Apologize to Lucy.
"When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone
[All laughing]
[Both sobbing]
[Cheering, applause]
[Chuckles] Come along.
[Crowd murmuring]
[Gasps] Impossible.
[Hooves approaching]
[Horse whinnies]
[Indistinct chatter]
[Lucy] Has anyone seen my coat?
[Peter] No.
[Plays flute]
[Sirens wailing]
[Susan] Hurry!
81, 82, 83, 84,