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: I'm afraid of flying on planes! Balthazar
: Well, today's your lucky day, 'cause I brought an eagle.
: This is crazy! Balthazar
] But it *is* fun.
: [holding shoes Balthazar has just given him
] These are old-man shoes. Balthazar
: Excuse me? Dave
: [having noticed that Balthazar is wearing the same style of shoe
] I love them... a lot.
: I have been searching all over the world for you. You're going to be a force for good and a very important sorcerer. But for now, you're my apprentice Dave
] I'm a what?
: Keep it subtle. Civilians mustn't know magic exists. That would be complicated. Dave
: Says the guy in the 350-year-old rawhide trenchcoat.
: I don't actually know who you are. Drake Stone
: Really, do you not recognize me? Dave
: Are you in Depeche Mode?
[Drake attacks Dave
] I got a date with a girl, 'cause I'm... awesome!
: [trying to explain his feelings to Becky
] These coils are my life. Two years I'm down here working with them, and they're making their own music, and it was lost on me. I was never able to appreciate it... until I met you. And I heard you talking about music on your radio show...
: I'm sappy.
: Clear your mind! Dave
: [under attack by a dragon
] Clear my mind? Are you insane?
[Balthazar thinks, then holds up his fingers an inch apart
: Little bit.
: This is the Merlin Circle. It focuses your energy, helps you master new spells. It is where you will learn the Art. Step inside, you leave everything else behind. Once you enter, there is no going back. Dave
: So I should probably pee first?
: [in a touching moment
] Something about you seems different. Dave
: I'm wearing new shoes.
: I had a dream. You were insulting me, Dave. Repeatedly. Dave
: Me? Pretty weird, huh? Balthazar
: No. Kinda makes sense.
: Uh, Becky, there's something I forgot to mention to you. I really have no idea how to land this thing...
: So, do you wanna meet up, uh, later, 8 o'clock, in my lab? Becky Barnes
: Yeah... Yeah, that'd be great. Dave
: With me? Becky Barnes
: With you, yes!
: Makin' sure.
: Alright Rebecca, here it is: Many evil sorcerers will be raised from the dead tonight. So basically Morgana is trying to destroy the world as we know it. Becky Barnes
: Oh, just that. Dave
: This is really dangerous... I can't bring you into it. Becky Barnes
: Well, I think I'm already into it. And besides, if you blow it we're all gonna die anyway, right? I wanna come with you. Dave
: You're sexy.
: I'm not getting the pen for Cruella. I'm getting it for me. I just watched my mom become the Dark One. I watched Hook die, and I couldn't do anything. The Apprentice
: You are the Author. As such, you should use the quill only to record the stories, not create them. Henry Mills
: I don't care about the stupid stories anymore. I'm sick of sitting on the sidelines. I want to be a hero. I want to help my mom, even if it means helping Cruella.
August W. Booth
: There have been many authors throughout time. It's a job, not a person, and the one trapped in here was just the last tasked with the great responsibility: To record, to witness, the greatest stories of all time and record them for posterity. The job has gone back eons: From the man who watched shadows dance across cave walls and developed an entire philosophy, to playwrights who tell tales of poetry, to a man named Walt. Many have had this sacred job. Great women and men who took on the responsibility with the gravity that it deserved, until this last one. He started to manipulate rather than record. He did something, I don't know exactly what, but something that pushed them over the edge. The Apprentice
: [Back in the Enchanted Forest
] How dare you? How dare you force me to do that to that child. Isaac Heller
: Makes for a better story. The Apprentice
: Return the quill. You are ill-suited for this job. You have abused all the rules. You have lied, you have deceived us, you have forsaken your holy duty, and now you must be punished.
[He waves his wand and sends the Author into the book, leaving the quill and the book behind
] August W. Booth
: That's why the Sorcerer and his Apprentice put him in there. They're the ones who choose the Author, and they took responsibility for their error.