"Hi Your Majesty! ...Aliiiiice! You sure came bright and early! I mean, I had no idea you were going to be here!"

"Caterpillar, I need your help. More than ever before! Even more than that time Hare's head was stuck in my Pasta Salad Tumbler."

The Caterpillar extended his hand to his eyes and rubbed out the sleep. "You know, when I die..." He trailed... "I hope you've all got your lives sorted out."

"It's just... it's just... When she looks at me," he dramatically cooed, "I lose all track of time." Both considered it. "M-more than usual, I mean. I mean usually I'm two hours off, but with her.... ohhh... with her, most certainly three..."

"...You feeling sick, buddy?"

Hare chuckled insincerely. "Nooo..."

"Good, because this is gonna take a lot of work. I don't think we'll be able to do it without the power of song, frankly."

"All done out there?" She tried.

"Oh, uhhh..." He looked to Hare, who slowly shook his head. "Not quite. But you know... I'm a man of cleanliness."

"Haven't you noticed we're highly compatible?! We're both blond, we're both beautiful, let's make some babies!"

"It's complicated." Hare clenched his teeth, and Hatter could sense his frustration. "It's something all mad hatters have to deal with and you, as a march hare, just wouldn't understand."