Mirror Mirror

The Queen:
They're not wrinkles. They're just crinkles.

The Queen:
Ten years passed, and Snow White grew older and blossomed. But the kingdom fell into an icy despair, and the queen realized that if she wanted to remain the most beautiful woman in all the land... well... Snow would have to do what snow does best. Snow would have to fall.

The Queen:
Brighton, a word, please...

Brighton:
Yes, your Majesty.

The Queen:
Loose lips, sink ships.

Brighton:
Yes, indeed, your Majesty - exactly. Which ship would you like sunk?

The Queen:
It's an expression, Brighton!

The Queen:
Snow White. Is there a fire?

Snow White:
I'm sorry?

The Queen:
Is your bedroom on fire? Because I'm searching for an explanation as to why you would be out of your bedroom and in here, and my first guess was fire.

Snow White:
I thought maybe I could come to the gala. You know, because today is my eighteenth birthday.

The Queen:
Is it now? Oh, my. Oh, my! Snow White, maybe it is time I eased up on you, hmm? After all, you've done nothing to me. Caused no problems. And yet... there is something about you that's so incredibly... irritating. I don't know what it is. The slumped shoulders, the hair, that voice. Mmm. I know what it is! I think it is the hair. I hate your hair. I don't care if it's your one-hundredth birthday. Don't ever sneak into a party like this again.

Brighton:
Snow White is dead. One of God's great mysteries is his plan for each and every one of us...

The Queen:
Speed it up.

Brighton:
Snow White lived, she died, God rest her soul, Amen. There will be a buffet lunch served at two.

The Queen:
It would warm my ancient heart if you could accept this modest gift on your wedding day.

[Hands her the apple]

Snow White:
That's very kind of you.

The Queen:
Just one bite for good fortune. To the fairest of them all.

Snow White:
Age before beauty. It's important to know when you've been beaten, yes?

The Queen:
So it was Snow White's story after all.

Charles Renbock:
There's "I'm in the same room as a prince crazy", and then there's "good old fashioned plain traditional psycho crazy".

Charles Renbock:
I fear she's the latter.

Grimm:
Weakness is weakness only if *you* see it that way.