The Doctor : It's been a pleasure doing business with you.
Rumplestiltskin : Oh, the pleasure was mine. Thanks to your efforts, I've made my monster. Now, I do hope you'll be able to make yours.
The Doctor : I'm not "making" a monster.
Rumplestiltskin : Sure you're not. Good luck.
The Doctor : If these hearts are as strong as you say, I won't need luck.
Rumplestiltskin : Oh, just magic.
The Doctor : No. What I'm going to accomplish goes far beyond magic.
Rumplestiltskin : And yet, you need a magical heart to do it.
The Doctor : So small-minded. I need my powers to transcend the limitations of your magic.
Rumplestiltskin : This must be quite a land you hail from, if you think your abilities are more powerful.
The Doctor : They are.
Rumplestiltskin : Care to wager? I suspect someday, you'll see it my way.
The Doctor : I doubt it.
[Whale has asked Mr. Gold to reattach his arm]
Dr. Whale : You said you can do it.
Mr. Gold : Oh, yes. But there's a difference between 'can' and 'will'.
Dr. Whale : Name your price.
Mr. Gold : Say it.
Dr. Whale : Say what?
Mr. Gold : You know what. You came here, not the hospital. So say it.
Dr. Whale : [the penny drops] I need magic.
Mr. Gold : That's all I needed to hear.
[he magics Whale's arm back in its proper place]
Mr. Gold : Always a pleasure doing business with you, uh... Victor.
The Doctor : [of Daniel] His condition is ideal - apart from being dead, that is.
Dr. Whale : Send me back.
Regina Mills : Excuse me?
Dr. Whale : To my land. Send me back to my brother.
Regina Mills : Why don't you check the "Missing" board like everyone else?
Dr. Whale : Your curse only brought the *living*.
Regina Mills : Well, then I'm sorry for your loss. But I'm afraid I can't send anyone anywhere.