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.
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.
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.
Young Cora : I don't love your son.
King Xavier : I didn't expect you to. Not much there to love, frankly. But this is not about love. It's about alliances. 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.