Once Upon a Time2011

Young Cora:
Your Majesty. I didn't expect this honor.

King Xavier:
'tis no honor. Did you think a stolen gown and pilfered mask would keep me from recognizing you? There's straw on your dress. You carry the mill with you, miller's daughter.

Young Cora:
You've got some nerve disparaging me. You're selling off your own flesh and blood.

King Xavier:
You're an insolent girl. The kingdom has been strained by righteous wars; and we need our gold, yes. We're still miles above your kind. So now, go. There's nothing you can offer us other than errant strands of straw.

Young Cora:
That is nothing but delusion!

King Xavier:
What could you possibly have to offer us?

Young Cora:
I can turn... straw into gold, and solve all your woes.

King Xavier:
[laughs] Really?

Young Cora:
But, as you've insulted me, you shall not reap the benefits. Good luck whoring your son.