Sterling Holloway credited as playing...
Cheshire Cat
- Cheshire Cat: Oh, by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.
- Alice: Who did?
- Cheshire Cat: The White Rabbit.
- Alice: He did?
- Cheshire Cat: He did what?
- Alice: Went that way.
- Cheshire Cat: Who did?
- Alice: The White Rabbit.
- Cheshire Cat: What rabbit?
- Alice: But didn't you just say - I mean - Oh, dear.
- Cheshire Cat: Can you stand on your head?
- Alice: Oh!
- Cheshire Cat: [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogroves, / And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Alice: Now where do you suppose...?
- Cheshire Cat: Lose something?
- Alice: [turns around to find just the Cat's smile talking to her] Oh my! oh, no no, I was just... uh never mind.
- Cheshire Cat: Oh, that's quite all right. One moment please.
- [two eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears]
- Cheshire Cat: Second chorus.
- [singing]
- Cheshire Cat: 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
- Alice: Why, why you're a cat!
- Cheshire Cat: A *Cheshire* Cat.
- [starts to disappear]
- Cheshire Cat: All mimsy were the borogroves...
- Alice: Oh wait!
- Cheshire Cat: [reappears] There you are! Third chorus...
- Alice: Oh, no, no. I was just wondering if you could help me find my way.
- Cheshire Cat: Well that depends on where you want to get to.
- Alice: Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as...
- Cheshire Cat: Then it really doesn't matter which way you go.
- Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.
- Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...
- Cheshire Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction.
- Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him...
- Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too.
- Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.
- Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.
- [laughs maniacally; starts to disappear]
- Cheshire Cat: You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.
- Cheshire Cat: You know? We could make her *really* angry! Shall we try?
- Alice: Oh, no, no!
- Cheshire Cat: Oh, but it's loads of fun!
- Alice: [as a giant] And as for you... Your Majesty! Your Majesty indeed! Why, you're not a queen,
- [shrinking]
- Alice: But just a - a fat, pompous, bad tempered old ty...!
- [normal size]
- Alice: Tyrant.
- Queen of Hearts: [giggles] And uh, just what were you saying, my dear?
- Cheshire Cat: Why, she simply said that you're a fat, pompous, bad tempered old tyrant!
- [cackles]
- Queen of Hearts: [screaming at the top of her lungs] OFF WITH HER HEAD!
- Cheshire Cat: All ways here you see, are the QUEEN'S WAYS!
- Alice: But I've never met any queen.
- Cheshire Cat: You haven't? You ha-VEN'T? Oh, but you must! She'll be mad about you, simply mad!
- [chuckles, then rolls over and almost disappears]
- Cheshire Cat: The mome raths outgrabe...
- Alice: Please, please! H-How can I find her?
- Cheshire Cat: Well, some go this way, and some go that way. But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut.