Prince Charming: You're wasting your time, you've already lost. And I will not let you ruin this wedding.
The Evil Queen: Oh, I haven't come here to ruin anything. On the contrary, dear, I've come to give you a gift.
Snow White: We want nothing from you.
The Evil Queen: But you shall have it. My gift to you is this happy, happy day. For tomorrow my real work begins. You've made your vows. Now I make mine. Soon, everything you love, everything all of you love, will be taken from you, forever. And out of your suffering will rise my victory. I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do.
Emma: Wait, let me guess: You are handsome, charming...
Ryan: Go on...
Emma: The kind of guy who-and stop me if I get this wrong-embezzled from your employer, got arrested and skipped town before they could throw your ass in jail.
Ryan: Who are you?
Emma: The chick that put up the rest of the money.
Ryan: You're a bail bondsman.
Emma: Bail bonds-person.
Henry: Wait. Please don't call the cops. Please come home with me.
Emma: Where's home?
Henry: Storybrooke, Maine.
Emma: Storybrooke? Seriously?
Snow White: I haven't had a restful night since our wedding.
Prince Charming: That's what she wants, to get in your head. But they're only words. She can't hurt us.
Snow White: She poisoned an apple because she thought I was prettier than her. You have no idea of what she's capable.
Emma: Just because you believe something doesn't make it true.
Henry: That's exactly what makes it true. You should know more than anyone.
Emma: Why is that?
Henry: Because you're in this book.
Emma: Oh, kid, you've got problems.
Henry: Yep, and you're gonna fix 'em.
Snow White: What do you know?
Rumplestiltskin: The Queen has created a powerful curse, and it's coming. Soon you'll all be in a prison, just like me, only worse, for your prison, all of our prisons, will be time, for time will stop, and we will be trapped someplace horrible, where everything we hold dear, everything we love will be ripped from us, while we suffer for all eternity, while the Queen celebrates, victorious at last! No more happy endings.
Emma: All right, I'll play. Who's he supposed to be?
Henry: Jiminy Cricket.
Emma: Right, the lying thing. Thought your nose grew a little bit.
Henry: I'm not Pinocchio.
Emma: Course you're not. Because that would be ridiculous.
Grumpy: A tree? Our fate rests on a tree? Let's get back to the fighting thing.
Mary Margaret: As we build our birdhouses, remember, what you're making is a home, not a cage. The bird is free and will do what it will. This is for them, not us. They're loyal creatures. If you love them and they love you, they will always find you.
Emma: How's a book supposed to help?
Mary Margaret: What do you think stories are for? These stories--the classics. There's a reason we all know them. There a way for us to deal with our world. A world that doesn't always make sense.
The Evil Queen: Oh, don't worry, dear. In a few moments you won't remember you knew him. Let alone loved him.
Snow White: Why did you do this?
The Evil Queen: Because this is my happy ending.
Snow White: Where are we going?
The Evil Queen: Somewhere horrible. Absolutely horrible. A place where the only happy ending will be mine.