— You don't want to believe. After everything you've seen, why can't you just do it?
— Why is it so important to you that I do?
— Because I, the town... everyone needs you.
— I don't want them to need me.
— Well, that's too bad, because we all do.
— You're saying that I am responsible for everyone's happiness? That is crap! I didn't ask for that! I don't want it!
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— Well, that's too bad, Emma, because that doesn't change the truth. You are our only hope.
— Then you're all screwed.
Sometimes it's hard to see what's right in front of us.
— What you working on?
— Uh, no time to talk. I gotta write it all down before I forget.
— Yeah, I hate it when great ideas slip away from me.
— They're not my ideas. They're stories from a book that I lost.
— Must be a hell of a book. What's it about?
— Stuff.
— Sounds exciting.
— You seem awfully interested in me and my book.
— Oh. I'm just being neighborly.
— What are you doing in Storybrooke?
— I'm a writer.
— You can write anywhere. What are you really doing here?
— Stuff. Good luck with the stories.