Archie: Oh, Mr Gold...are you here for the rent?
Mr Gold: Why does everyone ask that?

Mr. Gold: It appears I've been robbed.
Emma Swan: Funny how that keeps happening to you.
Mr. Gold: Yeah, well... I'm a difficult man to love. notatalldear

Mr. Gold: I think he might still be very angry.
Archie Hopper: Anger between a parent and a child is the most natural thing in the world.
Mr. Gold: I think he might be here to try to kill me.
Archie Hopper: Ah... Right, that's... that's not.

Mr. Gold: Regina. Shall I move some things, make a bit of space for your rage?

Mr. Gold: I like small weapons, you see. The needle; the pen; the fine point of a deal.

Emma Swan: All I care about is saving Henry.
Mr. Gold: Which is why it's your lucky day. I didn't use all the potion. I saved some, for a rainy day.
Emma Swan: Well, it's storming like a bitch.

Emma Swan: I need help.
Mr. Gold: From me?
Emma Swan: Every time I've gone up against Regina, I've lost, except for once, when I became sheriff, when you helped.
Mr. Gold: As I recall, you don't exactly approve of my methods.
Emma Swan: I approve of your results. And this time, I have something more important than a job. I need to save my friend.
Mr. Gold: And you're willing to go as far as it takes?
Emma Swan: Farther.
Mr. Gold: Now we're talking.

Sheriff Graham: Sorry, I, I thought you were a wolf.
Mr. Gold: Did I forget to shave?

Emma Swan: What's your price?
Mr. Gold: Forgiveness.
Emma Swan: How about tolerance?
Mr. Gold: Well, that's a start.

Mr. Gold: It appears when I bought that closed sign, I was just throwing my money away.

Mr. Gold: I do hope you don't break my little bell.

Emma Swan: [to Mr. Gold] Maybe I don't need answers. Maybe I just need to punch you in the face. i'dpaytoseethat

Mr. Gold: Do you really need the smell of the written word to get the magic flowing again, love? Maybe if you relaxed, it would just happen.

Rumplestiltskin: Love has killed more than any disease.

Rumplestiltskin: So brave. So gallant. So pointless.

Evil Queen: What are you?
Rumpelstiltskin: What, what, what. My, my. What a rude question. I am not a ‘what’.
Evil Queen: I’m sorry. I… I don’t really know what I’m doing.
Rumpelstiltskin: That much is clear. Allow me to introduce myself – Rumpelstiltskin.

Rumpelstiltskin: Oh, yes. I know everything about you, my dear. I held you in my arms. You were younger. More… Portable. There is much history between your family and me. History both in the past, and in the future.