[Regina is surprised to hear that Mr. Gold is Henry's grandfather]
Mr. Gold : Trust me, dearie, it was as much a shock to me as it is to you.
Regina Mills : No. You must have known. When I adopted him, it was you who procured him for me. You expect me to believe that that was a coincidence?
Mr. Gold : No, not coincidence. Fate. Apparently, fate has a sense of humor.
[Mr. Gold tries to find a way to bring back Belle's memories]
Regina Mills : Finding a way isn't the problem, dear. We both know what is.
Mr. Gold : Yeah, true love's kiss.
Regina Mills : And I don't think our new resident feels the same way about you as you do her.
Mr. Gold : Then I'll make her!
Regina Mills : Well, there's the charm that should easily woo a lovely young lady. She'll most certainly fall in love with you at first sight. Oh, wait, that didn't happen, did it?
Mr. Gold : She will, or I promise you, there will be suffering.
Regina Mills : Finally something we both can agree on.
[Rumplestiltskin keeps torturing Robin Hood]
Belle : All this because he tried to steal a magic wand?
Rumplestiltskin : No, because he tried to steal from *me*, the Dark One. You try that, you get skinned alive. Everyone knows that.
Belle : Actually - no, they don't.
Rumplestiltskin : Well, they will after they discover the body.
Regina Mills : The real question is what's your son doing with mine?
Mr. Gold : Oh that... That's right, you didn't get the birth announcement, did you? That's Henry's father.
Regina Mills : What?
Mr. Gold : Do I have to spell it out for you? Miss Swan and my son-...
Regina Mills : *You're* Henry's grandfather?
Mr. Gold : Guess that makes us family. He's got my eyes, don't you think?
Regina Mills : So, you're playing the part of the loving grandpa now? They won't accept you, no matter what you do. Not your son, not any of them.
Mr. Gold : We'll see.
Regina Mills : I've already seen, Gold. I've seen your dark heart and it always wins out. You always choose darkness.
Mr. Gold : You think you know me, dearie. But you don't.
Regina Mills : I know you well enough. If your own son couldn't bring out the good in you, who will?