The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

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The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian is the 2008 sequel to the 2005 film, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

Directed by Andrew Adamson. Written by Ann Peacock, Andrew Adamson, Christopher Markus, and Stephen McFeely, based on the novel by C.S. Lewis.


Miraz: (after Edmund reads Peter's document) Tell me, Prince Edmund--
Edmund: --King.
Miraz: Pardon me?
Edmund: It's King Edmund, actually. Just king, though. Peter's the High King. (Silence) I know, it's confusing.

Edmund: Do you think there's a way back? (awkward silence) I left my new torch in Narnia!

Reepicheep: Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine.
Prince Caspian: ...You are a mouse.
Reepicheep: (sighs) I was hoping for something a little more original.

Lucy Pevensie: Oh my gosh, he's so cute!
Reepicheep: WHO SAID THAT??
Lucy Pevensie: Sorry.

Aslan: [to Lucy] Things never happen the same way twice, dear one.

Lucy Pevensie: It's so still.
Trumpkin: They're trees. What do you expect?
Lucy Pevensie: They used to dance.

Edmund Pevensie: You're welcome.
Peter Pevensie: I had it sorted.

Caspian: I wish we had more time together.
Susan Pevensie: We never would have worked, anyway.
Caspian: Why not?
Susan Pevensie: Well, I am 1300 years older than you.

Edmund Pevensie: Keep smiling!

Edmund Pevensie: The last time I didn't believe Lucy, I ended up looking pretty stupid.

Caspian: Minotaurs? They're real?
Trufflehunter: And very bad tempered.
Nikabrik: Not to mention big.
Trufflehunter: Huge.

Caspian: You're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct!
Nikabrik: Sorry to disappoint you.

Reepicheep: We were expectin someone a little bit taller.
Trumpkin: You're one to talk.
Reepicheep: Is that supposed to be irony?

Lucy Pevensie: I wish you'd all stop acting like GROWN-UPS!
(She storms off)
Trumpkin: I am a grown-up

Peter Pevensie: He bumped me.
Lucy Pevensie: So you hit him?!
Peter Pevensie: No. After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologize. That's when I hit him.
Susan Pevensie: Really, is it so hard to just walk away?
Peter Pevensie: I shouldn't have to!

Boy: So...What's your name?
Susan Pevensie: Phyllis.
Lucy Pevensie: (Running to her) Susan!

Trumpkin: (Edmund dropped the flashlight, and a Telmarine guard finds it, waving the light around.) What's that supposed to mean?

[after being struck by Miraz]
Trumpkin: And you wonder why we don't like you.

[Caspian and Peter begin a swordfight. Peter's sword gets stuck in a tree, so he attempts to pick up a rock to hit Caspian]
Lucy Pevensie: No! Stop!
Peter Pevensie: [after seeing the Narnians gathering around] Prince Caspian?
Prince Caspian: Yes. And who are you?
[Susan and Edmund run over]
Susan Pevensie: Peter!
Prince Caspian: High King Peter?
Peter Pevensie: I believe you called.
Prince Caspian:Well, yes. But I thought you'd be . . . older.
Peter Pevensie: Well if you like, we can come back in a few years.
Prince Caspian: No! No, it's alright! You're not exactly what I expected. [looks at Susan]
Edmund Pevensie: Neither are you...

Telmarine Soldier to be killed By Reepicheep: You are a mouse.
Reepicheep: You people have no imagination!

[After destroying the ice wall, which was supposed to summon the White Witch]
Edmund Pevensie: (to Peter) Yeah, I know. You had it sorted.

Edmund Pevensie: [looking down a cliff over the water] Is there a way down?
Trumpkin: Yes. Falling.

Susan Pevensie: [after Peter realizes that they've been going the wrong way] You see, in time the water erodes near the soil, carving-
Peter Pevensie: Oh, shut up.

Lucy Pevensie: What happened?
Peter Pevensie: Ask him.
Susan Pevensie: Peter!
Prince Caspian: Me? You could have called it off, there was still time.
Peter Pevensie: No, there wasn't, thanks to you. If you had kept to the plan those soldiers might be alive now.
Prince Caspian: And if you had just stayed here as I suggested, they definitely would be!
Peter Pevensie: You called us, remember?
Prince Caspain: My first mistake.
Peter Pevensie: No. Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people.
Peter Pevensie: [turns around and begins to walk away]
Prince Caspian: Hey!
Peter Pevensie: [Peter turns to look at him]
Prince Caspain: I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.
Peter Pevensie: No, you invaded Narnia. You have no more right leading than Miraz does.
[Caspian pushes past Peter]
Peter Pevensie: You, him, your father! Narnia's better off without the lot of you!
[Caspian and Peter draw swords intending to attack each other]

Lucy Pevensie: [Jumps up] Ow! Something pinched me!
Peter Pevensie: [Jumps up] Stop pulling!
Edmund Pevensie: I'm not touching you!
Susan Pevensie: What is that?
Lucy Pevensie: It feels like magic!
[The train comes wooshing past, a lot faster than usual]
Susan Pevensie: Quick! Everyone hold hands!
Edmund Pevensie: [To Peter] I'm not holding your hand!

Trumpkin: [After being rescued from the river by Peter] Drop him?! That's the best you could come up with?

Peter Pevensie: [Sticking his hand out] High King Peter. The Magnificent.
Susan Pevensie: You probably could have left off that last bit.
Trumpkin: [Chuckling] Probably.

Doctor Cornelius: Everything you know is about to change.

Reepicheep: Pick up your sword.
Caspian: No, thank you.
Reepicheep: Pick it up! I won't fight an unarmed man.
Caspian: Which is why I might live longer if I refuse to cross swords with you, noble mouse.

Dr. Cornelius: I will say this: if Caspian does believe in the Deep Magic, my Lord would have reason to be nervous.
King Miraz: What do you know about Queen Susan's horn?
Doctor Cornelius:: It was said to be magic.
King Miraz: Magic?
Doctor Cornelius: The Narnians believed it could summon the Kings and Queens of old.

Peter Pevensie: You know, you've always been there but I've never really--
Edmund Pevensie: [pops Peter's arm back in place]
Peter Pevensie: AHH!!
Edmund Pevensie: Just save it for later.

Edmund Pevensie: Where do you suppose we are?
Peter Pevensie: Where do you think?
Edmund Pevensie:Well, I don't remeber any ruins in Narnia