— It will get better.
— Yes. Yes, it will. This will take all of my feelings. All of my pain. And destroy them.
— No.
— Why? You of all people should understand. You've lost love. What if your pain could be erased?
— I don't want my pain erased. As wretched as it is, I need my pain. It makes me who I am. It makes me Grumpy.
— Trust me. I know love, and... You're in it.
— Ah. What's it like?
— It's the most wonderful and amazing thing in the world. Love is hope. It fuels our dreams. And if you're in it, you need to enjoy it. Because love doesn't always last forever.
— But if love's so great, then why do I feel so bad right now?
— You need to be with the person you love.
— Oh, look at the baby...
— Thank you.
— Is what I'd say if I could look at the baby. But I can't. Why? 'cause it's dark.
— Leroy! What are you doing?! Please don't do it.
— I'm not gonna jump.
— You're not?
— No. Are you crazy? I could hit someone. You know how much damage I could do? I'm solidly built.
— What about your good memories?
— What do you mean?
— Didn't you have moments with him that you love? Do you regret them?
— No, of course not.
— Isn't that what life's about? Holding on to your good memories. All I wanted was a moment with Astrid one moment to give me hope that any dream's possible. You've had all that, Mary Margaret, so stop feeling sorry for yourself and enjoy it.
— A sure sign of impending doom. Looters.
— It ain't looting if the stuff you find's already yours.
Regina Mills: — And if our simian friend is any indication, then I think we know exactly who's taking up residence in our castle. The Wicked Witch.
Leroy: — We talking East or West?
Mary Margaret: — Does it matter? Neither one sounds good.
Leroy: — One, you drop a house on. The other, you toss a bucket of water at.
Well, if you have true love, what difference does it make whether you live in a castle or on a farm?
