Peter Pevensie Quotes in The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008)

Peter Pevensie: That's the trouble with girls. You can't carry a map in your heads.

Lucy Pevensie: That's because our heads have something in them.

Prince Caspian: [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: 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.

Prince Caspian: [locks eyes with Susan]

Edmund Pevensie: Neither are you.

[Miraz and Peter are preparing to duel]

King Miraz: There is still time to surrender.

Peter Pevensie: Well, feel free.

King Miraz: How many more must die for the throne?

Peter Pevensie: Just one.

[he attacks]

Lucy Pevensie: I wonder who lived here.

Susan Pevensie: [picks up a small gold statue] I think we did.

Edmund Pevensie: Hey, that's mine! From my chess set!

Peter Pevensie: Which chess set?

Edmund Pevensie: Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?

[Edmund has helped Peter out of a fight in the English subway]

Edmund Pevensie: You're welcome.

Peter Pevensie: [Peter stands up] I had it sorted.

Susan Pevensie: What was it this time?

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 that hard to just walk away?

Peter Pevensie: I shouldn't have to! I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?

Edmund Pevensie: We are kids!

Peter Pevensie: Well, I wasn't always.

Peter Pevensie: High King Peter the Magnificent.

Susan Pevensie: [to Peter] You probably could have left off the last bit.

Trumpkin: [chuckling] Probably.

Peter Pevensie: When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death.

Lucy Pevensie: When he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. Everyone we knew - Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers - they're all gone.

Peter Pevensie: I think it's time we found out what's going on.

[after Lucy is nearly attacked by a bear]

Susan Pevensie: Why wouldn't he stop?

Trumpkin: I suspect he was hungry.

Lucy Pevensie: Thanks.

Edmund Pevensie: He was wild.

Peter Pevensie: I don't think he could talk at all.

Trumpkin: You get treated like a dumb animal long enough, that's what you become. You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember.

King Miraz: [as Peter holds a sword to his throat] What's the matter, boy? Too cowardly to take a life?

Peter Pevensie: [Peter puts down the sword] It's not mine to take.

[He turns and hands his sword to Prince Caspian]

Peter Pevensie: It's only a matter of time. Miraz's men and war machines are on their way. That means those same men aren't protecting his castle.

Reepicheep: What do you propose we do, Your Majesty?

[Both Caspian and Peter begin to speak over each other; Peter turns and silences him with a glare]

Peter Pevensie: Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us.

Prince Caspian: Well, that's crazy. No one has ever taken that castle!

Peter Pevensie: There's always a first time.

Peter Pevensie: So, where exactly do you think you saw Aslan?

Lucy Pevensie: [turns to him] I wish you'd all stop trying to sound like grown-ups. I don't think I saw him, I did see him.

Trumpkin: [mutters] I *am* a grown-up.

Lucy Pevensie: It was right over...

[screams as she falls]

Susan Pevensie: Lucy!

Lucy Pevensie: [looks up at everyone] ... here.

Peter Pevensie: What do you suppose happens back home if you die here?

Peter Pevensie: [looking down a cliff over the water] Is there a way down?

Trumpkin: Yes. Falling.

[searching the ruins of Cair Paravel, Edmund comes across a large boulder]

Edmund Pevensie: Catapults.

Peter Pevensie: What?

Edmund Pevensie: This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked.

Peter Pevensie: Lucky, you know.

Lucy Pevensie: What do you mean?

Peter Pevensie: You've seen him. I wish he'd just given me some sort of proof.

Lucy Pevensie: Maybe we're the ones that need to prove ourselves to him.

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 right now.

Prince Caspian: And if you just had stayed here, as I suggested, they definitely would be!

Peter Pevensie: You called us, remember?

Prince Caspian: My first mistake.

Peter Pevensie: No. Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people.

[turns around and begins to walk off]

Prince Caspian: Hey!

[Peter turns to look at him]

Prince Caspian: I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.

Peter Pevensie: 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]

Susan Pevensie: You see, over time the water erodes into the soil, then...

Peter Pevensie: Oh, shut up.

Susan Pevensie: [about Lucy] She thinks she's found a magical land... In the upstairs wardrobe.

Professor Kirke: [eyes widening, he rushes to the children] What did you say?

Peter Pevensie: Um, the wardrobe. Upstairs. Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside.

Susan Pevensie: She won't stop going on about it.

Professor Kirke: What was it like?

Susan Pevensie: Like talking to a lunatic.

Professor Kirke: No, no, no. Not her, the forest!

Susan Pevensie: [stares] You're not saying you believe her?

Professor Kirke: You don't?

Susan Pevensie: But, of course not. I mean, logically it's impossible.

Professor Kirke: What do they teach in schools these days?

[last lines]

Professor Kirke: What were you all doing in the wardrobe?

Peter Pevensie: You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.

Professor Kirke: [tosses the cricket ball that had been hit through the window, to Peter]

Professor Kirke: Try me.

[later, alone with Lucy, who is trying to use the wardrobe to enter Narnia]

Professor Kirke: I don't think you'll get back in that way. You see... I've already tried.

Lucy Pevensie: Will we ever go back?

Professor Kirke: Oh, I expect so. But it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. All the same... best to keep your eyes open.

[Aslan roars]

[about to charge into battle]

Peter Pevensie: For Narnia and for Aslan!

Peter Pevensie: [to Oreius right before battle] Are you with me?

Oreius: To the death.

Susan Pevensie: Gastrovascular... Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular.

Peter Pevensie: Is it Latin?

Susan Pevensie: Yes.

Edmund Pevensie: Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"?

[Susan shuts her dictionary]

Lucy Pevensie: We could play hide and seek?

Peter Pevensie: But, we're already having so much fun.

[looks at Susan]

Peter Pevensie: She's right. He's gone.

Edmund Pevensie: Then you'll have to lead us.

[pause]

Edmund Pevensie: Peter, there's an army out there, and it's ready to follow you.

Peter Pevensie: I can't.

Edmund Pevensie: Aslan believed you could. And so do I.

Professor Kirke: You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper.

Peter Pevensie: We're very sorry, sir, it won't happen again.

Susan Pevensie: It's our sister, sir. Lucy.

Professor Kirke: The weeping girl?

Susan Pevensie: Yes, sir. She's upset.

Professor Kirke: Hence the weeping.

Peter Pevensie: [to Edmund, after Lucy heals him] When are you gonna learn to do as you're told?

Mr. Beaver: Come on, humans. While we're still young!

Peter Pevensie: If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat.

Peter Pevensie: He said he knows the faun.

Susan Pevensie: He's a beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything!

[Peter sees Mr. Beaver in the woods and doesn't yet know he can talk]

Peter Pevensie: Here, boy, tsk, tsk, tsk.

[holds out hand]

Mr. Beaver: I ain't going to smell it if that's what you want.

Lucy Pevensie: It's all right! I'm back! I'm all right!

Edmund Pevensie: Shut up! He's coming!

Peter Pevensie: You know, I'm not sure you two have quite got the idea of this game.

Lucy Pevensie: Weren't you wondering where I was?

Edmund Pevensie: That's the point. That was why he was seeking you!

Susan Pevensie: Does this mean I win?

Peter Pevensie: I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore.

Peter Pevensie: I don't suppose saying "we're sorry" would quite cover it?

Lucy Pevensie: No, it wouldn't.

[pelts him with a snowball]

Lucy Pevensie: But that might!

Peter Pevensie: [looking out towards Cair Paravel] Aslan, I'm not who you all think I am.

Aslan: Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat.

Gryphon: They come, your highness, in numbers and weapons far greater than our own.

Oreius: Numbers do not win a battle.

Peter Pevensie: No... but I bet they help.

Lucy Pevensie: The sheets feel scratchy.

Susan Pevensie: Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon.

Edmund Pevensie: Yeah. If home is still there

Susan Pevensie: Isn't it time you're in bed?

Edmund Pevensie: [to Susan] Yes mum!

Peter Pevensie: Ed! You saw the outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's gonna be great. Really.

Susan Pevensie: I'm just trying to be realistic!

Peter Pevensie: No, you're trying to be smart, as usual!

Peter Pevensie: Why can't you think about anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could have got us killed!

[Mrs. Beaver is packing food before they flee from the wolves]

Peter Pevensie: What's she doing?

Mrs. Beaver: Oh, you'll be thanking me later. It's a long journey, and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry.

Mr. Beaver: I'm cranky now!

Peter Pevensie: We just want our brother back.

Jadis The White Witch: You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan.

Aslan: His offense was not against you.

Jadis The White Witch: Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia has been built?

Aslan: [almost a roar] Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written.

Jadis The White Witch: Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property

Peter Pevensie: [pulls out his sword] Try and take him then.

Jadis The White Witch: Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right little king? Aslan knows that in this, I had blood as the law demands. All of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on the stone table... as is tradition. You dare not to refuse me.

Aslan: Enough. I shall talk with you alone.

Peter Pevensie: When are you gonna learn to grow up?

Edmund Pevensie: Shut up! You think you're dad, but you're NOT!

Peter Pevensie: I'm gonna kill him.

Mr. Beaver: You may not have to. Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?

Peter Pevensie: Peter to Edmund

[playing cricket]

Peter Pevensie: Wake up Donnie Day Dream!

Susan Pevensie: Do you think we'll need jam?

Peter Pevensie: Only if the Witch serves toast!

Peter Pevensie: Maybe we could call to the police.

Susan Pevensie: [waving Maugrim's parchment] These ARE the police!

Peter Pevensie: I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!

Susan Pevensie: We're from Finchley!

Peter Pevensie: Mrs. MacReady?

Mrs. MacReady: I'm afraid so.

[pause as she looks the kids over and their meager baggage]

Mrs. MacReady: Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else?

Peter Pevensie: No, Ma'am. It's just us.

[Lucy nods her head yes]

Mrs. MacReady: Small favors.

[She nods her head for the children to climb into the horse cart]

Peter Pevensie: [to Edmund after hitting him with the cricket ball] Wake up, Dolly Daydream!

Peter Pevensie: Well done, Ed.

Edmund Pevensie: You bowled it!

[Peter hands Edmund a fur coat]

Edmund Pevensie: But that's a girl's coat!

Peter Pevensie: [nods] I know.