Prince Edward: Giselle! *leaps off a bridge, begins to sing* I've been dreaming of a... *a group of cyclists collide with Prince Edward, everyone collapses*

Prince Edward: Magic Mirror. I beg you. Tell me where she is!
Mary Ilene Caselotti: Reporting from 116th and Broadway.
Prince Edward: One hundred and sixteenth and Broadway! *hugs the TV* Thank you mirror! *kisses it and runs off*

Prince Edward: *threatening Robert with his sword* Have you any last words before I dispatch you?
Robert: You have got to be kidding me!
Prince Edward: Strange words!

Morgan: Remember not to put too much makeup or the boys may get the wrong idea. They are only after one thing.
Giselle: What's that?
Morgan: I don't know. They won't tell me.

Giselle: Is that the only word you know? "No?"
Robert: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I mean, No!
Giselle: "No! No! No!" Over and over! When you keep saying "No!" it just makes me so... Sometimes you make me so!... angry. *laughs really hard*

Robert: Would you like me to call someone for you?
Giselle: I don't think they would hear you from here.

Giselle: Why are you staring at me?
Robert: I don't know. It's just that... it's like you escaped from a Hallmark card or something.
Giselle: Is that a bad thing?

Nancy: *marrying Edward* Oops. I'm so sorry. Wow! You've got great reception here.

Giselle: Goodness, we sure has a lot of excitement tonight. Were you scared?
Morgan: A little bit, but do you think Pip will be ok?
Giselle: Oh, well, I wouldn't worry about Pip. He is very brave.
*cut to Morgan's bedroom*
Giselle: I remember this one time, when the poor wolf was being chased around by Little Red Riding Hood around his grandmother's house, and she had an axe... oh, and if Pip hadn't been walking by to help I don't know what would've happened!
Morgan: I don't really remember that version.
Giselle: Well, that's because Red tells it a little differently.

Prince Edward: Once we return to Andalasia, Narissa, I will tell the entire kingdom of what you've done and will overthrow you!
Queen Narissa: Take away my thrown? Edward, aren't you being a little too melodramatic.
Prince Edward: I don't know what "melodramatic" means... but I'll do it.

Prince Edward: Fear not, Giselle! I will rescue you!
Pip in Andalasia: Yeah, but who's gonna rescue MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?

Giselle: Nobody has been very nice to me.
Robert: Yeah, well, welcome to New York.
Giselle: Thank you.

Giselle: Now if only I can find a place to rest my head for the night.
Robert: What kind of place?
Giselle: I don't know. Maybe a nearby meadow or a hollow tree.
Robert: A hollow tree?
Giselle: Or a house full of dwarves. I hear they're very hospitable.