Emma: We need to talk.
Hook: I've found when a woman says that, I'm rarely in for a pleasant conversation.
Gold: (taking Hook's cutlass) You mind if I, uh, borrow this? You said no magic, I agreed. But I'm not walking in there with nothing but my good looks.
Hook: Now, I, on the other hand...
David: (giving him another sword) Here, in case your good looks fail you.
Malcolm: You wanna fly, you can't be afraid of heights.
Regina: You better come through, Gold, or I'll make whatever Pan has planned for you look like child's play. You understand me?
Gold: Well, a simple "good luck" would have sufficed.