Emma Swan: Is rum your solution to everything?
Killian Jones: Well, it certainly doesn't hurt.
Killian: Sparkly dirt. Wonderful.
Killian: Oh, that's a great use of our time, a wardrobe change!
Regina Mills: You wanna be friends? After everything that's happened between all of us?
Emma: I don't want or expect that. I know there's a lot of history here and a lot of hate.
Killian: Actually, I quite fancy you from time to time. When you're not yelling at me.
David Nolan: Ah, you would've liked him, he was a thief and a liar.
Killian: Yeah, you would've liked my brother, he could be a stubborn arse.
Mr. Gold: You mind if I, uh, borrow this? You said no magic, I agreed. But I'm not walking in there with nothing but my good looks.
Killian: Now, I, on the other hand...
David: [Tosses him a sword] Here, in case your good looks fail you.
Emma: We need to talk.
Killian: I've found when a woman says that, I'm rarely in for a pleasant conversation.
Belle: You will stay with me?
Emma: He'll protect you if the Witch comes.
Belle: You do know he tried to kill me.
Killian: Well, there were extenuating circumstances.
Belle: Twice.
Killian: Sorry?
Emma: You really know how to charm a girl, don't you?
Robin Hood: We didn't get a good look - some manner of beast with wings.
Emma: That sounds a lot like the monster that attacked me in New York.
Killian: You mean the monster you were gonna marry?
David: You were gonna marry someone?
Neal Cassidy: You serious?
Killian: Yeah. I am devilishly handsome.
Killian: Miss Swan. I knew you wouldn't let me rot in that cage. I've been in my fair share of brigs, but none as barbaric as that. They force-fed me something called "bologna."
Killian: Pan will have shields against magic. I fear such an attempt would end in your death, and more importantly, mine.
