(heavy sigh)

Emma: You're sounding awfully wise and adult. Henry: Someone in this family has to.

[at a crime scene] Emma: He's dead, alright. Steak knife right through the heart. David: That must be what killed him.

David: I hate Pottery Barn too! They kicked me out of there just because I sat on a bed. Regina: You took off your pants and climbed under the sheets.

Regina: I can't believe it. All these people dressed in black. All-black was my thing, and now everyone's doing it to be "cool." Henry: Mom, we're at a funeral.

Zelena: Who can I trust... Belle: Yourself. Zelena: *scoffs* Zelena: No.

Regina: You cry when someone even mentions the movie Titanic. David, tearing up: Those two only had each other!

something something about living in a red state and seeing pride flags during june. like oh, we do exist here.

Zelena, seeing Regina babying Emma: What happened? Regina, putting a bandaid on Emma's finger: Emma got a papercut. Zelena, rolling her eyes: Seriously? Yesterday I was screaming "I've been stabbed!" and all you did was yell "Shut up!" Regina: That's because you were screaming "I think I've been stabbed!" You're either stabbed or you aren't.

Belle: Finally! Where have you two been? Emma: We had to do some planning, and then we had to go eat, and then some stuff happened, you know. Belle: Your shirt is inside out. Regina: That's the "stuff."