Alice Kingsleigh

— It's time all this is all my fault. I stole the Chronosphere.
— I think you may have to steal it again.

— Five minutes ago I was a sea captain.
— A sea captain is no job for a lady.

I once believed I can do as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

— Please! I'm sorry to disturb you, but if I can just have a moment of your time.
— Why... Young lady I am time! The infinite, the eternal, the immortal. The immeasurable.

— Captain, the ship will run aground. It's impossible!
— You know my views on that word, Mr. Phelps.

— Hello. And who might you be?
— These miniscule artisans are my seconds.
— Curious! And I suppose every second counts.
— Count, I wish. They are rather stupid.

Hamish Ascot: — Mr. Harcourt, time is money.
Alice Kingsleigh: — I'm afraid he most certainly is not.
Helen Kingsleigh: — Alice
Alice Kingsleigh: — Time is many things Hamish... but he isn't money. Nor is he our enemy, Mother.
Hamish Ascot: — Where did you come from?
Alice Kingsleigh: — I walked right through the walls.

— It needs to be purified by someone with evaporating skills, or it will fester and putrefy.
— I'd rather you didn't. I'll be fine as soon as I wake up.
— At least let me bind it for you. What do you call yourself?
— Alice.
— The Alice?
— There's been some debate about that.
— I never get involved in politics. You'd best be on your way.
— What way? All I want to do is wake up from this dream.

— My sister preferred to study Dominion Over Living Things. Tell me, how does she seem to you?
— Perfectly horrid.
— And her head?
— Bulbous.
— I think she may have some kind of growth in there, something pressing on her brain.