Regina: You remember Claude.
Captain Hook: Can't say that I do.
Regina: You killed him in the cell block.
Captain Hook: Ah, yes. I didn't recognize him without my hook in his neck.
Cora: Your name, pirate.
Captain Hook: Hook.
Cora: What a clever nickname.
Captain Hook: A pirate always keep a souvenir of his conquest. But this... well, this is much more than a mere trinket. This is a symbol--something that atht was once magical, full of hope, possibility. Mm. Now look at it. Dried up, dead, useless. Much like you. The time for making deals is done, just as I'm done... with you.
Mary Margaret: We're going to win this fight, you know. Good always defeats evil.
Emma: You sound like Henry.
Mary Margaret: Guess optimism runs in the family.
Emma: I think it skipped a generation.
Captain Hook: Normally, I'd prefer to do other more enjoyable activities with a woman on her back. With my life on the line you've left me no choice. Bit of advice, when I jab you with my sword you'll feel it. You might want to quit.
Emma: Why would I do that, when I'm winning?
Captain Hook: I may be a pirate, but I bristle at the thought of a woman losing her heart, unless it's over me.