Henry: It’s not gonna work you know.
Snow: What won’t?
Henry: Separating my moms. Everyone knows they’re a couple now.
Emma: Shut up, kid. It’s bad enough I have to wear a dress without a fight breaking out.
James: No fighting. Besides, Regina’s over here with me because we’re the lucky ones who married the White family women.
Emma: It’s Swan, Dad. I’m not changing it to White. Or Charming.
Regina: [through gritted teeth] You’re changing it to Mills, dear. Just like me and Henry.
Snow: Like hell she is. After what your mother—
Emma: Mom! Dress. Heels.
Snow: You look very pretty, sweetheart. And at least your skirt isn’t dangerously short like some people’s.
Regina: Okay, that’s it—
James: Can you just take the damn photo already? What are you waiting for? Blood splatter on your Nikon?
[the photographer finally pushes the button]
Photographer: Oh. I forgot the ‘say “cheese”’.
Regina: I can assure you, nobody minds.