![]() THIS is why he's here! Don't let him deceive you!/Give it to him, watch, you'll see! Fine, if you're so sure now,/Go ahead and give him this, huh? Rapunzel knows best Rapunzel's so mature now./Such a clever grown-up miss./Rapunzel knows best. ![]() This is why you never should have left!/Dear, this whole romance that you've invented / Just proves you're too naive to be here./Why would he like you? Come on now, really./Look at you! You think that he's impressed?/Don't be a dummy, come with mummy./Mother. ![]() Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented! And you were wrong about ME! And I will NEVER let you use my hair again! That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. Where will you go? He won't be there for you. when I should have been hiding - from YOU! I've spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power. Oh, Rapunzel, do you even hear yourself? Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? You know how I hate the mumbling.ĭid I mumble, Mother? Or should I even call you that? Rapunzel? Rapunzel, what's going on up there? Are you all right? For the record, I like Eugene Fitzherbert much better than Flynn Rider. Well, a fake reputation is all a man has. You can't tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my whole reputation. And - and for a kid with nothing, I don't know. He could go anywhere that he wanted to go. Actually he had enough money to do anything that he wanted to do. Not that he'd ever brag about it, of course. A book I used to read every night to all the younger kids, "The Tales of Flynnagan Rider." Swashbuckling rogue, richest man alive, not bad with the ladies, either. Yeah, well, I'll spare you the sob story of poor orphan Eugene Fitzherbert. But once it's cut, it turns brown and loses its power.Ī gift like that, it has to be protected. Mother says when I was a baby, people tried to cut it. How long has it been doing that, exactly? Are you freaking out? No, I'm just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities that it possesses. Oh, come on! What is it going to take for me to get my satchel back? I get back my satchel and you get back a mother-daughter relationship based on mutual trust, and violà, we part ways as unlikely friends. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm letting you out of the deal. Would this break her heart and crush her soul? Of course. A little rebellion, a little adventure, that's good. Overprotective mother, forbidden road trip. Now, I'm only picking up bits and pieces here, of course. You know, I can't help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here.
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