— All right. I'll find a way.
— Finding a way isn't the problem, dear. We both know what is.
— Yeah, true love's kiss.
— And I don't think our new resident feels the same way about you as you do her.
— Then I'll make her.
— There's the charm that should easily woo a lovely young lady. She'll most certainly fall in love with you at first sight. Oh, wait. That didn't happen, did it?
— You will be reunited with your son and it will come in a most unexpected way.
— How?
— A boy. A young boy will lead you to him. But beware, Rumplestiltskin, for that boy is more than he appears. He will lead you to what you seek. But there will be a price. The boy will be your undoing.
— Then I'll just have to kill him.
You are a hero who helped your people. You're a beautiful woman who loved an ugly man. Really, really loved me. You find goodness in others. And when it's not there, you create it. You make me wanna go back, back... to the best version of me. And that never happened before. So when you look in the mirror and you don't know who you are, that's who you are. Thank you... Belle.
— Not as hard as the other mystery you've presented me. Why haven't I killed him?
— If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't for lack of effort. Let's just say we bury the hatchet.
— Yes. But why not in your skull?
I have a complicated relationship with her, as I do with most people.
You see, contracts, deals, they're the very foundation of all civilized existence.
— What do you know of true love?
— Well, not so much as you, perhaps, but not so little as you might think.
— You? You loved someone?
— It was a brief flicker of light amidst an ocean of darkness.
— What happened?
— She died. That's the thing about true love, dearie, it can slip through your fingers.