Snow White: This mirror will show you what you do and do not want to see.
Wolf: You are as safe as a brick-built pig house.
Tony: It's no use, the man is a complete idiot.
Village Idiot: If only. Now my father, he was a complete idiot. I'm still a half-wit.
Prince Wendell: I demand to be a happy puppy.
Snow White: You may ask for one wish, and I will try and grant it. But be sure to ask for the right thing.
Virginia: Okay, I wish... I wish that Dad's bad luck was over. Oh! And that his back wasn't broken anymore.
Snow White: Strictly speaking, that's two wishes. But it's done.
Sally Peep: If my door wasn't locked, I'd be scared you'd come into my house and huff and puff and blow all my clothes off.
Wolf: Where do you live, Sally?
Tony: Well, it's "slice the fruitcake" time again.
Evil Queen: I hope you like dogs, Wendell. You're going to spend the rest of your life as one.
Wolf: Don't worry, I'm not who I used to be. I've had extensive therapy. I realise I have been using food as a substitute for love and I have the books to prove it: "Breaking the Cycle", "Heal Yourself in 7 Days", "Stop Blaming Yourself, Please", and "Help for the Bedwetting Child", which I picked up by mistake. But I've got them all.
Wolf: Wolfies just pretend to do naughty things.
Burly: This could be a long torture session.
Virginia: I'll tell you anything you wanna know.
Burly: Torture first, then you talk. It's better that way. Rush a torture, ruin a torture.
Snow White: You're cold. You're cold, Virginia. How did you become so cold? You are still lost in the forest. But lonely, lost girls like us can rescue themselves. You are standing on the edge of greatness.
Wolf: But you don't understand, I won't be here next week.
Dr. Horowitz: Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, you're not going to intimidate me with suicide threats.
Restaurant Owner: I am the greatest chef in the Nine Kingdoms! Folks travel hundreds of miles just to eat my food.
Wolf: Yeah, well my date's from a different dimension, so don't slip up.
Blue Bell: I think we might be in her pocket.
Burly: What?
Blue Bell: I think she might have shrunk us, and put us in a matchbox in her pocket.
Burly: That's ridiculous. You're falling to pieces. Get a grip on yourself. How can we be in a matchbox, you idiot? Where are all the matches?
Acorn: If you get stabbed... save the knife for me, won't ya?
Virginia: I mean I still have this uncontrollable urge to just go up to people and say "My mother left me when I was seven!" As if that would explain everything. And I miss her. And I hate her! And I miss her... I was on a train and it crashed or something, and no-one came and rescued me.
Prince Wendell: Antony, I know this is highly irregular, but, would you mind giving me a cuddle, please?
Answer: It's the sound of his bad luck coming.