Regina: I need a child, Gold. And I need your help.
Gold: Well, I'm flattered, but uninterested.
Regina: Not like that.
Gold: You wish to adopt.
Regina: Well, don't look so surprised.
Gold: Oh, I'm not. I'm sure you'll make a... well, a mother of some sort.
Adoption Agent: Never heard of Storybrooke.
Regina: Oh, it's a... hidden gem. Peaceful, perfect for children. It's like a fairy tale.
Pan: Last words from the Queen. Perhaps a deathbed confession from the one who has the most to regret of all.
Regina: Yeah, there's one problem with that. I did cast a curse that devastated an entire population.I have tortured and murdered. I've done some terrible things. I should be overflowing with regret, but... I'm not.
Regina: Once upon a time there was a queen. And she cast a glorious curse that gave her everything she wanted... or so she thought. She despaired when she learned that revenge was not enough. She was lonely. And so she searched the land for a little boy to be her prince. And then... she found him. And though they lived happily, it was not ever after. There was still an evil out there lurking. The Queen was worried for her prince's safety. While she knew she could vanquish any threat to the boy, she also knew she couldn't raise him without worrying. No. She needed to put her own troubles aside. And put her child first. And so the Queen procured an ancient potion of forgetting. It's all right. If the Queen drinks the potion, she won't forget her child. She'll only forget her worries. Her troubles. Her fears. And with those gone, she--and her prince--can indeed finally live happily ever after.