Queen of Hearts: Off with their heads.

Queen of Hearts: Who’s been painting my roses red? WHO’S BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED? /Who dares to taint / With vulgar paint / The royal flower bed? / For painting my roses red / Someone will lose his head.
Card Painter: Oh no, Your Majesty, please! It’s all *his* fault!
Card Painter: Not me, your grace! The ace, the ace!
Queen of Hearts: You?
Card Painter: No, two!
Queen of Hearts: The deuce, you say?
Card Painter: Not me! The three!
Queen of Hearts: That’s enough! Off with their heads!Queen of Hearts: I warn you, child… if I lose my temper, you lose your head! Understand?
Alice: [as a giant] And as for you… Your Majesty! Your Majesty indeed! Why, you’re not a queen,
[shrinking]
Alice: But just a – a fat, pompous, bad tempered old ty…!
[normal size]
Alice: Tyrant.
Queen of Hearts: [giggles] And uh, just what were you saying, my dear?
Cheshire Cat: Why, she simply said that you’re a fat, pompous, bad tempered old tyrant!
[chuckles] Queen of Hearts: Now… are you ready for your sentence?
Alice: Sentence? But there has to be a verdict first…
Queen of Hearts: Sentence first! Verdict afterwards.
Alice: But that just isn’t the way…
Queen of Hearts: [shouting] All ways are…!
Alice: …your ways, your Majesty.