Mr. Gold: You enjoy these with your boy. Your time together is precious, you know. That's the thing about children. Before you know it... you lose them.
Mary Margaret: Toaster broken?
Emma: Wasn't when I started with it. Pretty sure it is now.
Emma: And guess what, Madame Mayor. I'm running.
Regina: Fine. So is Sydney.
Sydney Glass: I am? I am.
Rumplestiltskin: There'll be no fleeing now.
Old Beggar: No. You need to find another way. You need to choose a different path.
Rumplestiltskin: Choose? What choice do I have?
Old Beggar: Everyone has a choice.
Rumplestiltskin: I'm the town coward. The only choice I have is which corner to hide in. I'm lame. Friendless. The only thing I've got is my boy. And they're going to take him away from me. They take him away, I will truly, truly become dust.
Old Beggar: Not if you have power.
Rumplestiltskin: You may as well say diamonds.
Mr. Gold: Regina. Shall I move some things, make a bit of space for your rage?
Regina: You found that loophole in the town charter.
Mr. Gold: Legal documents. Contracts, if you like. Always been a fascination of mine.
Regina: Yes, you like to trifle with technicalities.
Mr. Gold: I like small weapons, you see. The needle. The pen. The fine point of a deal. Subtlety. Not your style, I know.
Emma: Then let's throw this out and we will get our news from something more reliable. Like the Internet.
Baelfire: But if the law says I'm to fight, I--I can fight.
Rumplestiltskin: No, no, that's--the law doesn't want you to fight, son, the law wants you to die. That's not battle, that's... a sacrifice, son. Look at that red in the sky. That's not the fires of the battlefields. That's the blood of our people, son. The blood of children. The blood of children like you.
Mary Margaret: Is this really just about beating Regina?
Emma: It's just...
Mary Margaret: Henry.
Emma: I want to show him that good can actually win.
Mary Margaret: That's why you want to win it for him, but why do you want to win the election for yourself?
Emma: That is why. I want to show him that a hero can win. If I'm not... if I'm not a hero and I'm not the savior, what part do I have in his life?
Old Beggar: My life was such a burden. You'll see. Magic... always comes with a price. And now it's yours to pay.
Rumplestiltskin: Why me? Why me?
Old Beggar: I know how to recognize... a desperate soul.
Archie: So without further adieu I'd like to introduce you to candidates Sydney Glass and Emma Swan. Glass. Swan. Sounds like something that a decorator would make you buy. Heh heh. (dead silence) Wow, crickets.
Regina: You didn't pick a great friend in Mr. Gold, Miss Swan. But he does make a superlative enemy. Enjoy that.
Baelfire: Papa? What has happened to you?
Rumplestiltskin: You're safe, Bae. Do you feel safe, son?
Baelfire: No. I'm frightened.
Rumplestiltskin: I'm not. I've protected what belongs to me. And I'm not scared of anything.
Emma: You knew I'd agree.
Mr. Gold: Oh yeah. I know how to recognize a desperate soul.