Rapunzel: I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?
Flynn Rider: It will be.
Rapunzel: And what if it is? What do I do then?
Flynn Rider: Well,that’s the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream.
Flynn Rider: All right, Blondie.
Flynn Rider: Gesundheit.
Flynn Rider: You were my new dream.
Rapunzel: And you were mine.
Flynn Rider: Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog.
Flynn Rider: Nuance!
Hook Hand Thug: Go, live your dream.
Flynn Rider: I will.
Hook Hand Thug: Your dream stinks. I was talking to her.
Rapunzel: I have made the decision to trust you.
Flynn Rider: A horrible decision really.
Rapunzel: So… Flynn. Where are you from?
Flynn Rider: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sorry, Blondie. I don’t do backstory.
Rapunzel: Something brought you here, Flynn Rider. Call it what you will – fate, destiny …
Flynn: A horse.