Rumpelstiltskin: So brave... so gallant. So pointless. Bravery won’t get you out of this forest. Magic will, trust me.
Gold: Which is why it’s your lucky day. I didn’t use all the potion. I saved some for a rainy day.
Emma: Well, it’s storming like a bitch. Where is it?
James: Why do you want us together? What do you get out of it?
Rumpelstiltskin: I’m a fan of true love, dearie, and more importantly, what it creates.
Mary Margaret: You found me.
David: Did you ever doubt I would?