Lady: Please tell me exactly why you are staring at that disgusting dead raccoon.
Big Dog: Lunch...
Little Dog: Ewww! That's so gross that I can't even bear to look at it! Hide me, my friend!

Caption Away!!!

Peter: Don't shoot! That guy's on our side!
Trumpkin: I was aiming at the target not Caspian.
Peter: Oh. Well then, Fire at will!

Peter: "Don't shoot! It's not a bear! That's Lucy!"

Peter: No, seriously! It's big and hairy and crawling up your back!

Peter: Hold it I have a plan!
Trumpkin: It's a little late isn't it, they've already seen us!

Trumpkin: "Stand Back, Peter! I'm going to shoot!"
Peter: "NOOOOO!"

Peter: what are you doing?!?!
Trumpkin: what does it look like I'm doing? I'm aiming at that guy over there!
Peter: but that's Andrew Adamson!
Trumpkin: I know. I requested a raise and he didn't give it to me.

Peter: "Don't shoot! That guy didn't kill Andrew! He's the replacement for VotDT!"

"No! Trumpkin! Don't worry about the soldier who's twenty yards away! Concentrate on the one who's right behind us!"
"Never! I'm killing the man who took me prisoner!"
"But he's got Lucy!"
"She called me a DLF- dear little friend! I hate Queens- and Kings too! Mind your own business! Save your DLS- dear little sister- by yourself!"
"You coward!"
"You poltroon!"
The descriptions that followed afterwards would not look at all nice in print.

Trumpkin: "...What's gravity?"

Peter: I forgot the map!!

Trumpkin: he[Peter] won't stop staring! now I know how that Telmeraine felt.

Peter: "Wait! I messed up! This sin't the Telmarine Camp, it's a Narnia camp!"

Peter: "don't shoot!"
Trumpkin: "You're not king yet."
Peter: "yes, I am!"
Trumpkin: "Oh. *thinks for a minute* Does anyone else have a good reason for not listening to Peter?"
Me: "Yeah, he acts like a brat almost the entire PC movie!"
Peter:" I do not!"
Me: "Do too!"
Peter: "do not!"
Me: "then what do you call hitting a guy because he bumped you and told you to apologize?"
Peter:*is silent because he can't think of anything to say back to that*