ABH Nigel & Dormouse

Red Cross Nurse: Chilly night tonight.

Nigel: My Mummy’s coming for me today.

My Mummy’s coming for me today…

Dodgy: They insisted.

Nigel: My Mummy’s coming for me today.

My Mummy’s coming for me today.

My Mummy’s coming for me today…

Tabatha: Oh, that’s funny, is it.

Would a bomb blew out your eardrum.

Mad, mad — we’ve all gone mad here.

Nigel: “ O let me not be mad, not mad…”

My essay on King Lear — It’s due at noon!

Harold Pudding: Evacuate the trenches. Guard the rear!

Nigel: Mummy! I want my Mummy! I want my Mummy!

Tabatha: He doesn’t. We killed him.

Nigel: Number 7 on our Lit Exam:

“Who says, ‘God is the Imagination’?”

Mad Hatter: Do we see that little tweeb down there?

Dormouse: My dear, what have you done to your hair?

Alice: There’s plenty of room.

Dormouse: Not here,

March Hare: Did you hear how mean she was to Mary Ann?

Dormouse: Love Mary Ann

March Hare: But then, that how she is.

Dormouse: Hate how she is

March Hare: That, and tea.

Dormouse: Loathe tea.

Alice: I think you might do something better with your time

than waste it asking riddles with no answer.

Dormouse: You’re the one who’s asking.

Alice: You waste your time by not spending it.

Dormouse: Dear. Dear. Me.

Mad Hatter: We, we’ve spent so many years with him,

and you, you are just meeting him

Dormouse: So, prithee: pass the scones.

March Hare: Time for you to riddle yourself home.

Dormouse: Leave us alone

March Hare: Indeed.

Dormouse: Indeed

Mad Hatter: More tea?

Dormouse: Hate tea.

March Hare: Cold jam.

Dormouse: And cheese.

Alice: I don’t like herbs

Dormouse: or Herb?

Alice: Why these Items?

Dormouse: Now she wants to choose her Items.

Queen of Hearts: What was.

Dormouse: Still does

Duchess: Tit tot. You tart.

Dormouse: You tit without a heart

Dodgy: Nurse Cross, she took him off.

Nigel: In a better place, he is.

Clarissa: Dear God

Nigel: Shhh!

Go on.