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Alice: Madness Returns is the sequel to the third person activity-adventure game American McGee's Alice.

Alice [edit]

My Wonderland is shattered. It's dead to me.
Another day, a unlike dream perhaps.
Is it mad to pray for improve hallucinations?
I know what'due south real!
I know I'm guilty of something, but penalization inappreciably always suits the victims of a crime.
Who set that bloody train in motion? Where has it come up from?
You've used me and driveling me, but you volition not destroy me!
It's not a dream. Information technology's a...retentivity. And it makes me sick!
Wonderland has go quite strange. How is one to find her way?
This is good for me. I'chiliad not insane! I didn't kill my family. I am fine. I'chiliad not mad. I am innocent, I mean, non guilty!
I've not come dorsum here looking for a fight.
I want to forget! Who would choose to be lonely, imprisoned by their broken memories? [bitter]
I know their pain. I would assist. But is sanity required for the job?
Blasted Cat!
My head's exploded and there's a steam hammer in my chest!
My memories make me vomit.
Fire! I'1000 in Hell!

Cheshire True cat [edit]

Puurrfect. When you're not on edge, you're taking upwardly too much space.
Threats, promises and good intentions don't amount to action.
Every film tells a story. Sometimes we don't similar the ending. Sometimes we don't empathise it.
Ah, Alice. We tin't get abode again. No surprise really. Only a very few find the way, and virtually of them don't recognize information technology when they do. Delusions, too, dice hard with memory. Only the barbarous regard the endurance of hurting equally the measure of worth. Forgetting hurting is convenient, remembering it: agonizing. Simply recovering the truth is worth the suffering and our Wonderland, though damaged, is safe in retentivity... for now.
Abandon that hope! A new law reigns in this wonderland Alice, it's very rough justice all effectually. We're at risk hither. Y'all, exist on your guard.
A underground is only a cloak-and-dagger when it is unspoken to another.
Different denotes neither bad nor adept, but it certainly means not the same.
Just the insane equate pain with success.
Only fools believe that suffering is just wages for being different.
Every adventure requires a kickoff step. Trite, only true, even hither.
The uninformed must meliorate their deficit, or die
Only a few find the way, some don't recognize information technology when they practice - some... don't ever desire to.
Haste makes waste product, then I rarely hurry. Merely if a ferret were nigh to dart up my clothes, I'd run.
A reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes.

Mad Hatter [edit]

The earth is upside-down, Alice. Inmates run the aviary - no offence - and worst of all... I'chiliad left tea-less!
The insolence, the arrogance the execrable table manners! They are destroyers of Wonderland! Defilers! Denuders! Derangers! Delightful...
The law is just. Just a whisper abroad. Who knows how to measure out rules? With a ruler! Cruel rules.
Everything'due south a nail, is it, Miss Hammerhead? Get-go it was your search, freighted with fear and fragmented memories. Now it's the train! Never fourth dimension for tea. While your encephalon's on holiday, we're ruined! Now we're all mad here and that'south a adept excuse for going to hell in a teapot, but not for forgetting what your senses saw.
Forgetting's just forgetting, except when it'southward not. Then they call it something else. I'd like to forget what yous did. I've tried, simply I tin't.

The Queen of Hearts [edit]

A good invitee does not overstay, a perfect guest stays abode!
The train is trying to destroy all testify of your past and particularly the fire. At present, who would want that? Who benefits from your madness?
There is no method in this madness!
Authorisation must exist obeyed, or information technology must be overthrown!
What you claim not to know is only what you've denied. You've recaptured your vagrant memories. What are you doing with them?
Yous shouldn't inquire questions you know the answer to, it'due south non polite.
Make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed!
I may survive here, just you lot're finished!
Yous don't know your ain mind!

Dr Bumby [edit]

Memory is a curse more often than a approval.
The cost of forgetting is high.
The past must be paid for.
A flower'southward purpose is simple and immutable. Human purpose is fickle considering information technology is a slave to memory. Memories must exist strictly managed, Alice. Unproductive ones must be eliminated.

Other [edit]

Nurse Witless: However a mess, no surprise. Her kin roasted like chestnuts right before her eyes. Ten years in Rutledge Asylum wasted anybody's time! Dr Bumby won't do better. Yet hauling out her questions: the fire, her retentivity. I deserve consideration, don't I? Who found her her new clothes? Who got her a place at Bumby's? Where she'd be without me? On the street, selling her behind! Likes my pigeons, though. She's doled out the odd pound or two. But I know what's worth more than that! Kept her secret, haven't I? Heard her say 'All died on my account, I couldn't save you!' I've told her my silence is for sale, cheap! I'm a good sort, really, not like her nanny, that uppity whore! Or that lawyer fellow Radcliffe [who] took her stupid rabbit! Need coin... warned her I'd tell the coppers if she didn't make a 'donation' to my upkeep. She yells and goes off her head. Days she tin can't remember her proper name, what I heard.

Dr Bumby: Come, Alice, am I not to be every bit much honoured and obeyed as the Queen? Is that request besides much? I desire what she wanted. Give yourself over to that: trade the tentacles for the train. It'due south altogether a better ride. Information technology'due south that or back to Rutledge!

Nurse Witless: Never a kind word or reward for services rendered! Don't I deserve a bit of luck? Don't piss on what's right and owing to me, I say! Brought yous out of the aviary, at present you'll become back of your own accord!

Nanny: I told your mother, dearest. You're a distant and stubborn child, as well content in her ain world. Young women need to get out their wonderlands. The real world is not then 'wonderful'. You'll demand to abound upwards. Perhaps some more time in 'intendance'?

Radcliffe: Y'all look decent enough. But appearances deceive: I know you for an unstable and violent person! I can't say I'chiliad surprised yous've been incarcerated in the asylum again. A long stay under supervision would serve you correct!

Dr. Wilson: "Flight or Fight" implies a permanent choice. But "flying" oft simply means putting the fight off to another day. Choose your battles wisely, Alice.

Walrus' Verse form:

Sword and crown are worthless here,

I invite everyone to dance

Labourers, lawyers, church and gown all brand their little prance.

This life is full of random expiry

And heaps of grief and shame,

So few are soothed past 'accident'

You lot want someone to blame.

Fire, plague or strange affliction,

Drowned, murdered or, if you delight,

A long fall downwards the basement stairs

None are expected, no one cares.

I often must work very difficult

Sweat running downwards my skin,

After the dance I and then must rest

And the eating can begin.

Dialogue [edit]

Alice: At to the lowest degree the place I've landed is somewhat familiar

Cheshire True cat: [All of a sudden materializing] Near time, too, Alice.

Alice: Blasted cat! Don't try to bully me. I'm very much on edge!

Cheshire Cat: Purrfect. When y'all're non on border, yous're taking up likewise much infinite.

Alice: You are no help at all!

Cheshire Cat: But you know I tin be.

Alice: I'll frighten myself when necessary, thanks very much. I was hoping to escape all that!

Cheshire Cat: Abandon that hope! A new police force reigns in 'this' Wonderland, Alice, it's very crude justice all round. We're at chance here, you be on your guard!

Duchess: Ah it's you again, Alice. Y'all may approach.

Alice: Why would I practice that? You want to eat me!

Duchess: Yep, well you lot taught me manners and I've lost my taste for mad women; strictly a porcine nutrition for me. Everything is better with bacon, don't y'all agree? Of course y'all do. Now, at that place are pig snots scattered nearly. I heard a few backside the business firm; go fetch them for me. Only take care of the pests that block your way. Pepper them up if they exercise. They need spice and you lot're just the dish -- ehm -- girl to flavor them for me. You'll find that grinder serviceable.

Alice: Why non season your ain sus scrofa parts?

Duchess: Matters of priorities! My Alabaster skin needs protection from the icky creatures running amok amidst the environment. But one gets peckish! Expect, all you accept to do is listen for the oink, and then shoot the snout! You may like the results. I certainly will.

Alice: The Hatter's Domain, almost as I retrieve it!

Cheshire Cat: Appearances, as you know meliorate than most, can be deceiving, Alice. Much has changed since your last visit.

Alice: Dr Bumby says change is 'constructive', that 'different' is good.

Cheshire Cat: Unlike denotes neither 'bad' nor 'good', but it certainly ways not the same! Notice the Hatter, Alice. He knows more nearly 'different' than you.

Alice: Merely does he know more nearly the difference betwixt bad and good?

Cheshire True cat: [noticing the Bolterflies attacking] Making friends, Alice? Y'all're equally randomly lethal and entirely dislocated as yous e'er were.

Alice: I've managed without you so far, True cat. Return to whatever hovel's habitation to you, I'll phone call if I need you.

Cheshire Cat: Predictably rash. Information technology's not a question of 'if', Alice, information technology's 'when'. At present hold on, and as they say, 'shut upwards'! [he disappears]

Alice: Then typical.

Mock Turtle: You'd better come aboard, Alice. We're doomed, of course!

Alice: What? There'due south no hope, and so?

Mock Turtle: Oh, at that place's an infinite amount of hope, but not for united states of america!

Mock Turtle: Confounded beasts, they want my ship!

Alice: I retrieve y'all're more to their taste.

Mock Turtle: [outraged] Never! We're almost relatives!

Alice: You're related to soup, Admiral.

Alice: My god, you're not an impresario, you lot're a killer! The mastermind of a criminal enterprise.

Carpenter: This world is non and so either/or, Alice.

Alice: And I've done your behest!

Carpenter: You did a few errands, got your hands dingy. Large deal. The show distrac-ulates the oversupply. A shame you'll miss it. You need to bargain with these sailors. It'southward your time.

Walrus: Time? Time? The time has come to talk of ships and, and, and vegetables and royalty and, and, and, whether pigs have wings...then on.

Carpenter: Enough of that, Walrus. You beginning wailing about there existence also much sand on the beach, and I'll have your blubber for breakfast.

Alice: Shame on you Carpenter. Y'all made a hope!

Carpenter: I had no choice. One can't e'er do as one would like. I would have idea y'all'd know that by now.

Caterpillar: A journeying of a m miles begins with a unmarried pace!

Alice: A single stride off London Bridge could finish my journey...

Caterpillar: Failure every bit your epitaph? I'd hoped you lot were more courageous!

Alice: I've come all this way to find a simulacrum?!

Caterpillar: If I had the fourth dimension, I'd item how oftentimes you lot prefer dealing with illusions rather than the existent thing. Bug you turn down to bargain with don't exist! Yous deny reality!

Alice: That'due south non right! I know what'southward real!

Caterpillar: No! You allow others to tell y'all what isn't real.

Alice: My memories are shattered! This wicked train has ruined nigh all I can remember and Wonderland will perish completely as I lose my mind. So much has changed... I tin can't aid Wonderland if I tin can't help myself!

Caterpillar: Much has changed, but you lot've got information technology backwards: salvage Wonderland and y'all may relieve yourself! The Carpenter was on to something, merely he was hiding from the real. Your goal is to accept it!

Alice: Where should I go, then? What should I do?

Caterpillar: The Queen must be served, Alice. The Queen, in all her guises, must always exist served.

Alice: How can she stem this growing corruption or assist my search? What does she know that I don't?

Caterpillar: She is someone yous once knew and loved. Fourth dimension changes us all.

Alice: Not all alter is good!

Caterpillar: Call up that when you find the Queen!

Cheshire Cat: Dorsum to admire your handiwork? Returning to the scene of the crime?

Alice: It had to be washed, True cat, you said so yourself! 'You and this Red Queen cannot both survive. She is a cancer in your body. Excise her or perish!'

Cheshire True cat: Well, she was the confront of evil in the center of darkness...

Alice: She didn't treat you too well last time, lost your head as I call back!

Cheshire True cat: She was completely deranged. You picked up her crown, but now you've put it down. You must speak to her; what's left of her, anyhow.

Alice: The Red Kingdom's in ruins, but you're no better off!

White King: When you defeated her, I tried to reclaim the castle, but I was set upon by her monstrosities. The malignant purple bitch all the same reigns.

Alice: I'thousand hither to petition her. I must get inside.

White King: The only way in is through me. Sacrifices must exist fabricated.

Alice: Those who say so unremarkably mean 'they should exist made by others'.

White King: Cynicism is a illness! It tin can be cured. One time inside, beware of the outsized killer who patrols her domain. Never face him; he is invincible. At present cut me loose: I'll show y'all the meaning of 'sacrifice'!

Alice: [to the Queen] I was expecting someone else!

Queen of Hearts: You don't know your own heed!

Alice: It's virtually a complete stranger!

Queen of Hearts: What yous claim not to know is only what you've denied. You've recaptured your vagrant memories: what are you doing with them?! You lot once rejected my attempts to control our lives forcefully, but now yous've allowed another to succeed in my function!

Alice: I won't miss your tentacles.

Queen of Hearts: [infuriated] You lot'd adopt the hot stinking jiff and unyielding attentions of a strong, unreasoning, unfeeling hellraiser?! I don't think and then!

Alice: Can you lot give me more than than a warning? Caterpillar said you might help!

Queen of Hearts: I'd need a better reason to respond than what'due south currently on offer!

Alice: If you lot don't, we're all doomed!

Queen of Hearts: Non doomed. Forgotten! I may survive here, but you're finished! Y'all run across the pattern of destruction, I know you do! The railroad train is trying to destroy all evidence of your past and specially the fire. Now, who would desire that? Who benefits from your madness?!

Alice: The destruction of Wonderland... is the destruction of me?!

Queen of Hearts: Indeed! And vice versa!

Alice: I've ready it in motion, I can derail it. This is practiced for me! I'1000 not insane! I didn't kill my family. I am fine. I'one thousand not mad, I'm innocent - I hateful, not guilty! [sees the tentacles wrapping around her] What'due south happening, what are you doing?!

Queen of Hearts: The train must be stopped, but in that location'southward more to do. Your view conceals a tragedy. The whole truth you lot 'claim' to seek eludes you lot because you lot won't look at what'south around y'all! [swallows Alice; Within Alice'southward memories] There is no method in this madness!

Dr Wilson: My professional stance? Madness is often a treatable disease, though perhaps not in this case.

Queen of Hearts: Authority must be obeyed, or it must exist overthrown!

Nurse Witless: 'Vicious to be kind', that's my technique every bit they say, only she's as mad as a hatter, poor dearie!

Dr Bumby: Worst is over, and over, and over. Forget it, Alice - forget it!

Insane Child: The unstable are more merely mad: they have 'other parts'. The Dollmaker will deprive them of what remains of their deranged souls. They demand care!

Alice: I know their pain. I would aid, simply is sanity required for the job?

Insane Child: A limited quantity. You're non mad enough to be rejected. You lot're like them, of them in a style, but not them. I should say 'not the states', for I'k them, but you are on your way. The style is clearly marked.

Alice: I believe I know that way and I'd rather not travel further along it.

Alice: My Lizzie... What is this railroad train's destination?

Queen of Hearts: Madness and Destruction. Yous shouldn't inquire the questions y'all know the answers to, it's non polite. And that noise wasn't Lizzie talking in her sleep.

Alice: Oh no... Poor Lizzie!

Queen of Hearts: And in that location are no centaurs in Oxford. Brand your survival mean something or we are all doomed!

Caterpillar: Come up to receive your punishment and then?

Alice: I know I'm guilty of something, but penalization never suits the victims of the offense.

Caterpillar: Abuse is a criminal offence the stiff visit on the weak, and you're right, abusers are insufficiently punished for the impairment they do. Those who witness abuse without seeking retribution for the harmed pay a penalty. Your ain pain mitigates your failure to deed earlier, merely y'all may not yet take paid enough for witnessing the pain of others...

Alice: Is there really so trivial promise?

Cheshire Cat: There is even less. And if fearfulness paralyzes you... nosotros're lost.