Emma Swan

— Don't think I'm taking my eyes off you for a second.
— I would despair if you did.

— Because everyone I've ever been with is dead. Neal and Graham. Even Walsh. I lost everyone. I... I can't lose you, too.
— Well, love, you don't have to worry about me. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's surviving.

— So now you're gonna be a gentleman?
— Giants can smell blood, and I'm always a gentleman.

— Oh, kid, you've got problems.
— Yup, and you're gonna fix them.

— I didn't use all the potion. I saved some for a rainy day.
— Well, it's storming like a bitch.

— It's really back. I'm really back.
— As quaint and homey as you remember?
— As cursed as I remember.

You want to come in and have coffee with my parents, a newborn, and a human ice maker?

Keep smiling, buddy. You're chained down, he's on his feet, immortal, has magic, and you hurt his girl. If I were to pick dead guy of the year, I'd pick you.

— Set me down gently!
— Seriously? You're complaining about how I saved your life?

— I knew you'd believe me.
— I never said I did.
— Why else would you be here?

— No, I think the curse is crazy. But that doesn't mean that it isn't true. It is a lot to ask anyone to believe in. But there are a lot of crazy things in this world. So what do I know? Maybe it is true.
— But you told my mom...
— What she needed to hear.