Emma Swan: You're suspicious.
August W. Booth: Sitting here? Out in the open, drinking coffee? I wonder what kind of hell I would have raised had I ordered a doughnut.
Rumplestiltskin: Love makes us sick, haunts our dreams, destroys our days. Love has killed more than any disease.
Prince Charming: Now that I know that you love me too...
Snow White: I don't.
Prince Charming: ...What?
Snow White: Love you. I don't. I'm sorry. You said I would always be in your heart, and... that is too cruel a fate. Go live your life. Live it without me, because there is no place for us together. And fill your heart with love for someone else - someone who can love you the way I never have. The way I never will.
[Grumpy stops Snow from erasing her memory of a lost love]
Snow White: You of all people should understand. You've lost love. What if your pain could be erased?
Grumpy: I don't want my pain erased. As wretched as it is, I need my pain. It makes me who I am. It makes me Grumpy.
Emma Swan: Your mysterious box - what's in it?
August W. Booth: It's awfully frustrating not knowing, isn't it?
Emma Swan: Just tell me.
August W. Booth: Why? Is it illegal to carry around a box in these parts?
Emma Swan: No, of course it's not.
August W. Booth: You really wanna know what's inside it, don't you?
Emma Swan: No. Well, maybe.
August W. Booth: I'm gonna make you wait. You're gonna have to wait a long time and watch me carry it around, hauling it to strange and mysterious places. And with each passing moment, the mystery will become more tantalizing. Your imagination will inflame, but so will your frustration, never knowing, only guessing, what could possibly be inside that box! Or... you could let me buy you a drink sometime, and I'll tell you right now.
Rumplestiltskin: What can I do for you?
Snow White: I need a cure.
Rumplestiltskin: What ails you, doll?
Snow White: A broken heart.
Rumplestiltskin: Ah, the most painful of afflictions.
Mary Margaret Blanchard: What are you doing here?
David Nolan: It's 7.45.
Mary Margaret Blanchard: I know.
David Nolan: Well, I'm trying not to see you.
Mary Margaret Blanchard: Well, I am trying not to see you.
David Nolan: Well, how do we stop seeing each other?
Mary Margaret Blanchard: Apparently, we can't.
David Nolan: This is a problem.
Mary Margaret Blanchard: Yes.
David Nolan: [of his wife] She is not pregnant.
[they kiss passionately]
Mary Margaret Blanchard: Love's the worst. I wish there was a magic cure.
Rumplestiltskin: Love is the most powerful magic, so the cure must be... extreme.
Snow White: Extreme sounds like an understatement.