Mr. Gold: I know that you're... confused about who you are. So I'm gonna tell you. You are a hero, who helped your people. You're a beautiful woman... who loved an ugly man. Really... really loved me. You find goodness in others. And when it's not there, you create it. You make me wanna go back... back... to the best version of me. And that never happened before. So when you look in the mirror... and you don't know who you are... *that's* who you are. Thank you... Belle.
Rumplestiltskin: Magic is about emotion. Summon up that moment, that made you so angry, you would've killed if you could.
Young Cora: You do that?
Rumplestiltskin: I do.
Young Cora: What's your moment?
Rumplestiltskin: Once, a man made me kiss his boots in front of my son. Now, in my mind, I go back, and I rip out his throat, and I crunch his veins with my teeth. And that, dearie, is how magic is made.
Young Cora: Bloodlust.
Rumplestiltskin: I like the phrase.
David Nolan: I know what happened to Queen Eva, and I have zero problem with Cora dying for it, but not by your hand and not out of vengeance.
Mary Margaret Blanchard: Why?
David Nolan: Because you wouldn't be able to live with yourself. You have the purest heart of anyone I have ever known. That's who you are, and that's who you're gonna stay.
Young Cora: Your Majesty. I didn't expect this honor.
King Xavier: 'tis no honor. Did you think a stolen gown and pilfered mask would keep me from recognizing you? There's straw on your dress. You carry the mill with you, miller's daughter.
Young Cora: You've got some nerve disparaging me. You're selling off your own flesh and blood.
King Xavier: You're an insolent girl. The kingdom has been strained by righteous wars; and we need our gold, yes. We're still miles above your kind. So now, go. There's nothing you can offer us other than errant strands of straw.
Young Cora: That is nothing but delusion!
King Xavier: What could you possibly have to offer us?
Young Cora: I can turn... straw into gold, and solve all your woes.
King Xavier: [laughs] Really?
Young Cora: But, as you've insulted me, you shall not reap the benefits. Good luck whoring your son.
Young Cora: They made me kneel. I didn't do anything wrong. But they made me apologize. To a child. I realized, no matter how good I was or how hard I worked... I was never going to be more than I am now.
Rumplestiltskin: What do you want to do to them?
Young Cora: I want to make them bow. I want their kneecaps to crack, and freeze on the stones. I want their necks to break from bending.
Rumplestiltskin: *Love* the dress.
Young Cora: Royal brides have to be snow white.
Rumplestiltskin: [giggles] Ah-h, when you see the future, there is irony everywhere.
Young Cora: You know, I thought I wanted this - white and bright, all the admiration. Then I look at it. Fifth in line to be Queen. That won't happen without an awful lot of bloodshed. And what you give me...
Rumplestiltskin: I can give you nothing... but darkness and isolation.
Young Cora: And love?
Rumplestiltskin: Yeah. And love.
Young Cora: I want that.
King Xavier: Love is weakness. It isn't for hard women like you. That should make your choice easier.
Young Cora: My choice?
King Xavier: Run off with the evil imp you don't think anyone knows about, in the name of love; or stand next to my son, with a crown on your head, and citizens at your feet.
Young Cora: If the choice is love or power, then even having a heart is a liability. Don't you think?
Young Cora: I'm sorry, my dear Rumple. I'm not going with you. You see, I have a wedding to go to. My own.
Rumplestiltskin: [pointing at the box in Cora's hands] Whose heart is in the box?
Young Cora: Don't make this harder.
Rumplestiltskin: You lied to me! Whose heart?
Young Cora: Mine. I had to! You told me not to let anything stop me until they're on their knees. My heart was stopping me.
Rumplestiltskin: You never loved me. Never! You're not getting away with this. We have a contract. I'll take your baby!
Young Cora: You changed the contract, Rumple. You only get your own child. And any baby I have... it won't be yours.
King Xavier: [regarding Cora's newborn baby] Tell me, daughter, what's her name?
Young Cora: Her name is Regina; for one day, she will be Queen.
Cora: [to Regina - her last words] This... would've been enough. You... you would've been enough.
[Cora and Regina are listening in to a phone conversation between Mary Margaret and David]
Mary Margaret Blanchard: ...Well, let 'em know that they have the knife, okay? Who knows what that wicked woman would do.
[Cora pushes the speaker off the table]
Regina Mills: Mother!
Cora: I don't like what that enchanted box was saying. I'm not... I'm not wicked.
Regina Mills: It's not an enchanted box, it's a phone tap.
Young Cora: Who are you?
Rumplestiltskin: Who are YOU?
Young Cora: Cora.
Rumplestiltskin: Not a very pretty name, is it? Sounds like something breaking.
[Rumplestiltskin kisses Cora]
Young Cora: [with mock indignation] How dare you. I'm a married woman.
Rumplestiltskin: Not yet. Wedding's tomorrow.
Young Cora: Hmm...
[she kisses him back]
Young Cora: Well, then it's all right.
Mr. Gold: A vision told me about you. Told me this day would come. But it didn't tell me everything. Didn't tell me what I really wanted to know.
Cora: And what's that?
Mr. Gold: Did you ever love me?
Cora: Why do you think I had to rip my own heart out? You were my weakness. You're the only man I ever truly loved.
[Regina catches Mary Margaret carrying Cora's heart in a box]
Regina Mills: You have no right to be here. And you have no right to *that*!
Mary Margaret Blanchard: I was going to give it to you.
Regina Mills: What?
Mary Margaret Blanchard: She can't love you, you know. She doesn't have her heart. With it, maybe she can. But that's why you've never felt she loved you. She doesn't have her heart. But I do.
Regina Mills: You're doing this for me?
Mary Margaret Blanchard: Think about it. What would happen if Cora had her heart back, back inside her?
Regina Mills: She told me she took it out to protect herself.
Mary Margaret Blanchard: And did it work? The person she was before, do you think that person survived? She can't love, so she can't love you.
Regina Mills: She always wanted the best for me. That's love.
Mary Margaret Blanchard: Imagine real love. You'd have a mother, and a start on making a family Henry could be a part of. Or you could have her be the Dark One. The choice is yours.
Cora: [regarding Mr. Gold] There're no other options. I have to stab him with this knife, and take his power as my own. I have to become the Dark One. And with his power... there's nothing I won't be able to do.
Mr. Gold: You're hoping I bleed to death now, aren't ya?
Emma Swan: You're Henry's grandfather. We're family now. And I'm gonna save you.