Flynn Rider: They just can't get my nose right.
Flynn Rider: The kingdom and I aren't exactly sympatico.
Flynn Rider: I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. But may I just say...hi. How you doing? The name's Flynn Ryder. How's your day goin'?
Flynn Rider: I have dreams like you, no really. Just much less touchy-feely. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny. On an island that I own, unarrested and alone. Surrounded by enormous piles of money!
Flynn Rider: Her hair glows. Did not see that coming. I mean her hair actually glows. Why does her hair glow?
Hook Handed Thug: Go. Live your dream.
Flynn Rider: I will.
Hook Handed Thug: Your dream stinks, I was talking to her.
Flynn Rider: I'm not freaking out, are you freaking out? No, I'm just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities that it posesses, how long has it been doing that, exactly?
Flynn Rider: Is there any chance I'm going to get super stregth in my hand? Because I'm not gonna lie, that would be stupendous.
Flynn Rider: The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it. Literally.
Flynn Rider: You're being strangely cryptic as you wrap your magic hair around my injured hand.
Flynn Rider: All the things we've seen and it's only eight in the morning! Boys, this is a very big day!
Rapunzel: 7 a.m. The usual morning line-up. Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean. Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop, and shine up. Sweep again and by then it's like 7:15.
Flynn Rider: You broke my smoulder.