The Evil Queen / Regina Mills

— 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.

– I want a baby. Will you help me, Mr. Gold?
– I'm flattered, but I guess I passed.
– That's not what we're talking about!

— All due respect, Madame Mayor, the fact that you have now threatened me twice in the last 12 hours makes me want to stay more.
— Since when were apples a threat?
— I can read between the lines.

— I already lost Henry. I already lost the only thing I care about.
— That doesn't mean you won't find a new reason. We all get a second chance, Regina. You just have to open your eyes to see it.

Mermaid: — Let me go.
Regina Mills: — Not until you tell us. Or we make you tell us.
Mary Margaret: — Threatening her isn't the way to motivate her.
Regina Mills: — Well, I'm all out of fish food.

— Where I come from, a simple "thank you" would suffice.
— Where you come from, people bathe in the river and use pine cones for money.

— Who's idea was that?
— Oh, I thought I would put my own personal touch on the office.
— Well, you've succeeded. Hideously.

— How did it feel?
— Watching the curse cloud form? Felt like victory.
— How did it feel to kill the thing you love most? Ripping the heart out of your father. How did that feel?
— It was the price of the curse. How it felt doesn't matter. He would've understood.

Moving forward doesn't mean we forget the dead. And if you loved once, well, then you owe it to yourself... to at least try. Find happiness again.

Now we can focus on being haunted by our impending lack of a future.

— She's a valuable chess piece.
— Do I look like I'm playing a game of chess?

— But we can't let Henry wander around alone with that witch and her flying monkeys out there.
— Well, especially since one of those flying monkeys could turn out to be his father.

— Greg Mendell said something funny to me. He said I'm a villain, and that villains don't get happy endings. You believe that?
— I hope not. Or we've wasted our lives.