William Moseley credited as playing...
Peter Pevensie
- [last lines]
- Professor Kirke: What were you all doing in the wardrobe?
- Peter Pevensie: You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.
- Professor Kirke: [tosses the cricket ball that had been hit through the window, to Peter]
- Professor Kirke: Try me.
- [later, alone with Lucy, who is trying to use the wardrobe to enter Narnia]
- Professor Kirke: I don't think you'll get back in that way. You see... I've already tried.
- Lucy Pevensie: Will we ever go back?
- Professor Kirke: Oh, I expect so. But it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. All the same... best to keep your eyes open.
- [Aslan roars]
- Susan Pevensie: [about Lucy] She thinks she's found a magical land... In the upstairs wardrobe.
- Professor Kirke: [eyes widening, he rushes to the children] What did you say?
- Peter Pevensie: Um, the wardrobe. Upstairs. Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside.
- Susan Pevensie: She won't stop going on about it.
- Professor Kirke: What was it like?
- Susan Pevensie: Like talking to a lunatic.
- Professor Kirke: No, no, no. Not her, the forest!
- Susan Pevensie: [stares] You're not saying you believe her?
- Professor Kirke: You don't?
- Susan Pevensie: But, of course not. I mean, logically it's impossible.
- Professor Kirke: What do they teach in schools these days?
- Peter Pevensie: She's right. He's gone.
- Edmund Pevensie: Then you'll have to lead us.
- [pause]
- Edmund Pevensie: Peter, there's an army out there, and it's ready to follow you.
- Peter Pevensie: I can't.
- Edmund Pevensie: Aslan believed you could. And so do I.
- Susan Pevensie: Gastrovascular... Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular.
- Peter Pevensie: Is it Latin?
- Susan Pevensie: Yes.
- Edmund Pevensie: Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"?
- [Susan shuts her dictionary]
- Lucy Pevensie: We could play hide and seek?
- Peter Pevensie: But, we're already having so much fun.
- [looks at Susan]
- Peter Pevensie: He said he knows the faun.
- Susan Pevensie: He's a beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything!
- Professor Kirke: You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper.
- Peter Pevensie: We're very sorry, sir, it won't happen again.
- Susan Pevensie: It's our sister, sir. Lucy.
- Professor Kirke: The weeping girl?
- Susan Pevensie: Yes, sir. She's upset.
- Professor Kirke: Hence the weeping.
- Mr. Beaver: Come on, humans. While we're still young!
- Peter Pevensie: If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat.
- [Peter sees Mr. Beaver in the woods and doesn't yet know he can talk]
- Peter Pevensie: Here, boy, tsk, tsk, tsk.
- [holds out hand]
- Mr. Beaver: I ain't going to smell it if that's what you want.
- Peter Pevensie: [looking out towards Cair Paravel] Aslan, I'm not who you all think I am.
- Aslan: Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat.
- Jadis The White Witch: You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan.
- Aslan: His offense was not against you.
- Jadis The White Witch: Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia has been built?
- Aslan: [almost a roar] Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written.
- Jadis The White Witch: Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property
- Peter Pevensie: [pulls out his sword] Try and take him then.
- Jadis The White Witch: Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right little king? Aslan knows that in this, I had blood as the law demands. All of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on the stone table... as is tradition. You dare not to refuse me.
- Aslan: Enough. I shall talk with you alone.
- Lucy Pevensie: The sheets feel scratchy.
- Susan Pevensie: Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon.
- Edmund Pevensie: Yeah. If home is still there
- Susan Pevensie: Isn't it time you're in bed?
- Edmund Pevensie: [to Susan] Yes mum!
- Peter Pevensie: Ed! You saw the outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's gonna be great. Really.
- [Mrs. Beaver is packing food before they flee from the wolves]
- Peter Pevensie: What's she doing?
- Mrs. Beaver: Oh, you'll be thanking me later. It's a long journey, and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry.
- Mr. Beaver: I'm cranky now!
- Lucy Pevensie: It's all right! I'm back! I'm all right!
- Edmund Pevensie: Shut up! He's coming!
- Peter Pevensie: You know, I'm not sure you two have quite got the idea of this game.
- Lucy Pevensie: Weren't you wondering where I was?
- Edmund Pevensie: That's the point. That was why he was seeking you!
- Susan Pevensie: Does this mean I win?
- Peter Pevensie: I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore.
- Susan Pevensie: I'm just trying to be realistic!
- Peter Pevensie: No, you're trying to be smart, as usual!
- Gryphon: They come, your highness, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own.
- Oreius: Numbers do not win a battle.
- Peter Pevensie: No... but I bet they help.
- Peter Pevensie: I don't suppose saying "we're sorry" would quite cover it?
- Lucy Pevensie: No, it wouldn't.
- [pelts him with a snowball]
- Lucy Pevensie: But that might!