— You don't know me.
— Alas, I know you better than you know yourself.
— That boy with the knife... You stopped fighting him. Why?
— 'Cause he was... Just a boy.
— No. There was something else. I saw it in your eyes. Why did you stop? Why?
— Because when I looked at his face, I saw me.
— Go on.
— That look in his eyes... The despair. I had it back when I was in the foster system. Just a lost little girl who didn't matter and didn't think she ever would. A little girl who cried herself to sleep at night 'cause... She wanted her parents so bad. And could never understand... Why they gave her up.
— And then you found us. It was too late.
— It's just, on this island... I... I don't feel like... A hero or a savior. I just feel like what I've always been. An orphan.
— Regina's drinks, a little stronger than we thought.
— I wasn't drunk. There was a wolf standing in the middle of the road.
— A wolf. Right.
— You have your mother's chin, Ms. Swan.
— We know that you killed him.
— And your father's tact.
Life is made up of more than that. There are moments.
— Please. You can handle it.
— Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it.
I'd rather lose my job than my friend.