David Nolan / Prince Charming

— How can you two be so infuriatingly optimistic?
— It's who we are.
— Why?! Ever since you got your memories back, ever since you remembered that you're Snow White and Prince Charming, your lives have... they've... Well, they've sucked!
— No. No, we found you.

— Well, you can spare yourself the trouble, mate. I assure you, your daughter couldn't be in better hands.
— That's exactly what worries me, especially now that you have two of them.

David Nolan: — What exactly took little John?
Robin Hood: — We didn't get a good look... some manner of beast with wings.
Emma Swan: — It sounds a lot like the monster that attacked me in New York.
Killian Jones: — You mean the monster you were gonna to marry?
David Nolan: — You were gonna marry someone?
Killian Jones: — Did you just miss the part where I said "monster"?

There's a difference between literal truth and honesty of the heart.

— She has a point. I'm no queen. I'm no leader. I'm just a girl who lost her parents, ran away into the woods, and became a bandit.
— You're Snow White.
— Yes. And the truth is, I don't even know who that is. But I know what I don't wanna be, and that's alone.

— He's lost his mind.
— On the contrary! Now I have two... two minds!

We have always shared one heart. It'll only grow stronger when you look at that baby's face... and see the love I have for you in its eyes.

— Regina, you all right?
— Well, no one's been incinerated yet, so that's a good sign.

— I think it's time you and I have a little talk about your intentions with my daughter.
— That's a little old-fashioned, even by my standards, And I still pay with doubloons.

Mary Margaret: — So, how was it?
Emma Swan: — You guys are still awake.
Mary Margaret: — We want to hear everything about the date.
David Nolan: — Some of us don't want to hear everything.
Mary Margaret: — How was the restaurant? Did you go anywhere after? Was there a good-night kiss?
David Nolan: — That, for instance, is one of the things I don't want to know about.

— Regina. She, uh, helped jog Belle's memory.
— That's good, then.
— No, no. Wrong memories. She now thinks she's a scantily clad barfly named Lacey. She has a false life, as you did under the curse with Kathryn, only hers apparently involves a lot more alcohol.

Ah. Horse sitting. It builds an essential bond... the trust between knight and steed.

— You will always find me, and I will always find you.
— Yes. Will we always lose each other, too? Is that our fate?
— No. I refuse to believe that. You need to have faith... in us.

— What the hell was that thing?
— Don't look at me. I'm a doctor, not a vet.