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Narnia:
King Miraz: Tell me, Prince Edmund...
Edmund Pevensie: King.
King Miraz: I beg your Pardon.
Edmund Pevensie: It's King Edmund, actually. Just King though. Peter's the High King.
[awkward pause]
Edmund Pevensie: I know, it's confusing.
Peter Pevensie: That's the trouble, girls. You can't keep a map in your heads.
Lucy Pevensie: That's because our heads have something in them.
Susan Pevensie: [referring to Peter] I wish he'd just listened to the D.L.F. in the
first place!
Edmund Pevensie: D.L.F.?
Lucy Pevensie: Dear Little Friend.
Trumpkin: Oh... that's not at all patronizing, is it?
Susan Pevensie: You see, over time the water erodes into the soil, then--
Peter Pevensie: Oh, shut up.
Susan Pevensie: [aiming her bow and arrow at the Telmarines] Drop him!
[they toss Trumpkin in the water and run away]
Trumpkin: [to Susan, after being rescued] Drop him? Was the best you could think off?
[watching Susan kiss Caspian goodbye]
Lucy Pevensie: I'm sure when I'm older, I'll understand.
Edmund Pevensie: I'm older and I don't think I *want* to understand...
Susan Pevensie: Oh no! Pretend you're talking to me!
Edmund Pevensie: We *are* talking to you.
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