Quotes About Hatter

Take some more tea, the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. I've had nothing yet, Alice replied in an offended tone, so I can't take more. You mean you can't take less , said the Hatter: it's very easy to take more than nothing. Nobody asked your opinion, said Alice.

Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.

If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, 'you wouldn't talk about wasting it. It's him.

Take off your hat, the King said to the Hatter. It isn't mine, said the Hatter. Stolen! the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made a memorandum of the fact. I keep them to sell, the Hatter added as an explanation; I've none of my own. I'm a hatter.

I dare say you never even spoke to Time! Perhaps not, Alice cautiously replied; but I know I have to beat time when I listen to music. Ah! That accounts for it, said the Hatter. He won't stand a beating. Now, if only you kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you like with the clock.

I'm a poor man, your majesty, the Hatter began in a weak voice, and I hadn't but just begun my tea, not more than a week or so, and what with the bread and butter so thin - and the twinkling of the tea- The twinkling of what? asked the King. It began with the tea, the Hatter said. Of course twinkling begins with a T! said the King. Do you take me for a dunce?

I've had nothing yet,'Alice repilied in an offended tone, 'so I can't takr more.' 'You mean you can't take less.' said the Hatter: ' it's very easy to take more than nothing.

In that direction... lives a Hatter, and in that direction... lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.

It began with the tea,' the Hatter replied.

Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse, said the Hatter, when the Queen bawled out 'He's murdering the time! Off with his head!' How dreadfully savage! exclaimed Alice. and ever since that, the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, he wo'n't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now.

meekly replied. "Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well," the Hatter grumbled: "you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife." The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, "It was the best butter, you know.

Your hair wants cutting," said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech. "You should learn not to make personal remarks," Alice said with some severity; "it's very rude.

What sort of people live about here? - In THAT direction lives, lives a Hatter and in THAT direction, lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad. - But I don't want to go among mad people. - Oh, you can't help that, we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. - How do you know I'm mad? - You must be, or you wouldn't have come here.

that the way you manage?' Alice asked. The Hatter shook his head mournfully. 'Not I!' he replied. 'We quarrelled last March--just before he went mad, you know--' (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) '--it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and

Hatter! She would have hugged him if she hadn't thought he'd be bothered by the dislay of affection. Pterry good timing. Dodge smiled. A litte sooner and you would've been perfect.

One hat, one hatter. - Millinery Code

One hat, one hatter.

Are you, or are you not? Have you the taste of your existence, or do you not? Are you within the country or on the border? Are you mortal or immortal? —Parliament of the Birds 'I want a clean cup,' the Hatter interrupted. 'Everyone move one place.' —Alice in Wonderland

Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.

Perhaps the Mad Hatter had a reason for calling time Him.

My father was a prosperous hatter-farmer - making hats for the local markets during the winter months, tilling his little ten-acre farm during the summer time.

Mad as a fucking hatter. Jesus

Mind over matter doesn't matter if you're the Mad Hatter with a weak bladder who steals money from his friends and still has to sell all his soggy Depends on eBay anyway, esé!

Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops