“I’m not a helpful creature,” he purred. “I’m a precise one. There’s a difference. Helpfulness fills the teacup. Precision asks why the teacup exists when your hands would do just fine.”
The Duchess’s pepper-pot had long since stopped sneezing, the Queen’s croquet match had devolved into its usual charming chaos of screams and decapitations, and even the Hatter had run out of bad puns. The quiet was, for Wonderland, suspicious. Cheshire Cat Monologue
The Cat’s body faded to a whisper of stripes, leaving only his mouth behind. The grin swelled until it filled the whole clearing, teeth like piano keys, each one a different shade of white. “I’m not a helpful creature,” he purred
Alice sat alone for a long time. The toadstool had stopped squeaking. Helpfulness fills the teacup
Alice folded her arms. “I wasn’t aware we had an appointment.”