Tangled2010

Rapunzel:
So, Mother, earlier I was saying tomorrow is a pretty big day, and you didn't really respond, so I'm just gonna tell you: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! TADA!

Gothel:
No, no, no. Can't be. I distinctly remember: your birthday was last year.

Rapunzel:
That's the funny thing about birthdays, they're kind of an annual thing. Mother, I'm turning eighteen, and I wanted to ask... What I really want for this birthday. [mumbles] Actually, what I wanted for quite a few birthdays now...

Gothel:
OK, OK, Rapunzel, please, stop with the mumbling. You know how I feel about the mumbling. Blah, blah, blah, blah. It's very annoying. [pinches Rapunzel's cheek and pokes her on the nose] I'm just teasing. You're adorable. I love you so much, darling.

Rapunzel:
[looks at Pascal, who motions for her to keep talking] Ugh! I want to see the floating lights!

Gothel:
[chuckles] What?