Emma Swan

— That boy with the knife... You stopped fighting him. Why?
— 'Cause he was... Just a boy.
— No. There was something else. I saw it in your eyes. Why did you stop? Why?
— Because when I looked at his face, I saw me.
— Go on.
— That look in his eyes... The despair. I had it back when I was in the foster system. Just a lost little girl who didn't matter and didn't think she ever would. A little girl who cried herself to sleep at night 'cause... She wanted her parents so bad. And could never understand... Why they gave her up.
— And then you found us. It was too late.
— It's just, on this island... I... I don't feel like... A hero or a savior. I just feel like what I've always been. An orphan.

— What do you want?
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— Make one like that.
— You want me to make a hat? You don't have enough?
— Well, none of them work, do they? Or else you wouldn't be here. Now make a hat and get it to work.
— I don't...
— You have magic. You can do it.

— Regina's drinks, a little stronger than we thought.
— I wasn't drunk. There was a wolf standing in the middle of the road.
— A wolf. Right.

— It's good to see his smile back.
— I didn't do anything.
— You stayed.

— This fairy tale obsession. What is causing it? I mean, he thinks everyone is a character in his book. That's crazy.
— I hope you don't talk that way in front of him. The word "crazy" is quite damaging. These stories. They're his language.

— You have your mother's chin, Ms. Swan.
— We know that you killed him.
— And your father's tact.

— Please. You can handle it.
— Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it.

— I've only seen you go on one date, and that was with a flying monkey. Thought I had to top that.
— He set the bar pretty high. He proposed that night.
— He also tried to kill you.

— And what's your skill, "savior"?
— I'm a mother, and now I'm also your leader. So either help me get my son back or get out of the way.