Gold: It appears I've been robbed.
Emma: Funny how that keeps happening to you.
Gold: Yeah, well... I'm a difficult man to love.
Belle: Where--where are you taking me?
Rumplestiltskin: Let's call it... your room.
Belle: My room?
Rumplestiltskin: Well, it sounds a lot nicer than "dungeon."
Rumplestiltskin: You will fetch me fresh straw when I am spinning at the wheel.
Belle: Got it.
Rumplestiltskin: Oh, and you will skin the children I hunt for their pelts. (Belle gasps) That one was a quip. Not serious.
Gold: Let's just say bad things tend to happen to bad people.
Emma: Is that a threat?
Rumplestiltskin: I like to watch the wheel. Helps me forget.
Belle: Forget what?
Rumplestiltskin: I guess it worked.
Rumplestiltskin: What made you choose to come here with me?
Belle: Heroism. Sacrifice. You know, there aren't a lot of opportunities for women in this land to--to show what they can do. To see the world, to be heroes. so when you arrived, that was my chance. I always wanted to be brave. I figured, do the brave thing and... bravery would follow.
Rumplestiltskin: And is it everything you hoped?
Belle: Well, uh... I did want to see the world. That part didn't really work out.
Gold: Well, you're fortunate you have someone that loves you.
David: Really I am.
Gold: Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone, it's gone forever.
Emma: Pastrami. You want half? You know I still owe you that favor. Nice, fatty pastrami. Delicious way to clear the books.
Gold: Well, I don't need a reminder that you owe me a favor. And when the day comes that I make my request, it'll be for more than half a sandwich.