— Ah, but you don't want to abandon him the way you were abandoned.
— Was I?
— Like I said, an open book.
— How would you know that?
— I spent many years in Neverland, home of the lost boys. They all share the same look in their eyes... the look you get when you've been left alone.
— Yeah, well, my world ain't Neverland.
— But an orphan's an orphan.
I'd rather lose my job than my friend.
— Oh. Henry, this is David and Mary Margaret.
— Are you helping my mom with the case? Or are they the ones who jumped bail?
— Oh, no, they are... they're just... old friends.
— Friends? From where?
— Phoenix.
— Here.
— Well, Phoenix... and then... here.
— But I thought you were only in Phoenix for... being in that place.
— Right. We were cell mates.
— Really? What were you in for?
— Banditry. People make mistakes. The important thing is... to find a way to keep moving on.
Henry Mills: — What are you guys still doing in bed? It's the middle of the afternoon.
Mary Margaret: — The trip back was tiring, and I needed to rest.
David Nolan: — And I needed to... Help her rest.
Emma Swan: — Uh, let's-let's go make the tacos. We have to make a lot because there's gonna be a ton of people at Granny's welcome back party tonight.
Mary Margaret: — We thought you were gonna be back later.
Emma Swan: — Yeah, well, we weren't, so maybe next time you could put a tie on the door or send a text or... You know what? I'm... Gonna go make some tacos.
David Nolan: — It's impressive that we can still provide her with a few traumatic childhood memories at this stage of the game.
— You hear that, too? You're Emma, right? I wonder why they can't hear the crying.
— Who are you?
— Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter. Peter Pan.
Life is made up of more than that. There are moments.
— You have your mother's chin, Ms. Swan.
— We know that you killed him.
— And your father's tact.