Flora Quotes in Twice Upon a Time (1983)

Flora: Uncle Greenie, where are you?

Greensleeves: Under the door, ya twit!

Rod Rescueman: That's a pretty stupid place to be when people are knocking doors down!

Flora: Uncle Greenie, is it really you?

Greensleeves: Basically it is, yeah.

Flora: You're short and bent!

Greensleeves: I'm short and bent.

Flora: What happened to my Uncle Greenie, the handsome dashing hero?

Greensleeves: He got short and bent. But he's glad to see you nonetheless... come here darling, let me give you a kiss you sweet love!

[sound of kissing]

Rod Rescueman: [enviously] *I* should get short and bent!

Merryweather: [after Flora makes the first version of Aurora's dress] It looks awful.

Flora: That's because it's on you, dear.

Maleficent: Listen well, all of you.

[clangs her scepter against the floor]

Maleficent: The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But... before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she shall prick her finger - on the spindle of a spinning wheel - and DIE!

Queen: [clutching the baby Aurora] Oh no!

[Maleficent laughs]

King Stefan: Seize that creature!

Maleficent: Stand back, you fools!

[laughing, she disappears in a burst of green fire]

Flora: Don't despair, Your Majesties. Merryweather still has *her* gift to give.

King Stefan: Then, she can undo this fearful curse?

Merryweather: Oh no, Sire!

Flora: Maleficent's powers are far too great.

Fauna: But she can help.

Merryweather: I'd like to turn her into a fat ol' - hop toad.

Fauna: Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say.

Flora: Besides, we can't. You know our magic doesn't work that way.

Fauna: It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness.

Merryweather: Well, *that* would make me happy.

[Fauna finishes lighting the candles on Aurora's birthday cake and it begins to fall over]

Fauna: Well, what do you think of it?

Flora: Why, it... it's a very unusual cake, isn't it?

Fauna: Yes... of course, it will be much stiffer after it's baked.

Flora: Of course, dear. Well, what do you think of the dress?

[Aurora's dress which Merryweather is wearing is revealed to be in worse shape than the cake]

Fauna: Well, uh, it's... it isn't exactly the way it is in the book, is it...

Flora: Oh, I improved it. But perhaps if I added a few more ruffles... eh, what do you think?

Fauna: Um, I think so. What do you think, Merryweather?

Merryweather: I think we've had enough of this nonsense! I think we ought to think of Rose, and what *she'll* think of this mess!

[stalks off and the dress falls apart]

Merryweather: And I still think what I thunk before: I'm going to get those wands.

[exits]

Fauna: You know, I think she's right.

Merryweather: [referring to the dress] It's pink!

Flora: Oh, lovely shade, isn't it?

Merryweather: But I wanted it blue.

Flora: Now, dear, we decided pink was her color!

Merryweather: YOU decided!

Fauna: Rose!

Flora: Rose!

Merryweather: Don't touch...

Fauna, Flora, Merryweather: ANYTHING!

[their voices echo; Aurora pulls her hand away from the spindle for a moment]

Maleficent: Touch the spindle. Touch it I say!

[Aurora pricks her finger on the spindle; the fairies enter the room, but gasp when they see Maleficent]

Maleficent: You poor, simple fools. Thinking you could defeat me. Me! The mistress of all evil! Well, here's your precious *princess*!

[she pulls her cape back to reveal the now sleeping Aurora; laughing, she disappears]

Flora: Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure!

Fauna: She's in love!

Merryweather: Oh, no!

Flora: This is terrible!

Princess Aurora: Why? After all, I am sixteen.

Flora: It isn't that, dear.

Fauna: You're already betrothed.

Princess Aurora: Betrothed?

Merryweather: Since the day you were born.

Fauna: To Prince Phillip, dear.

Princess Aurora: But that's impossible. How could I marry a prince? I'd have to be...

Merryweather: A princess.

Fauna: And you are, dear.

Flora: Princess Aurora. Tonight we're taking you back to your father, King Stefan.

Princess Aurora: But... but I can't! He's coming here tonight. I promised to meet him.

Flora: I'm sorry, child. But you must never see that young man again.

Princess Aurora: Oh no. No! I can't believe it, no! No!

[she runs to her room, sobbing]

Flora: [Fauna cries at Aurora's and Phillip's wedding] Why Fauna, what's the matter, dear?

Fauna: Oh... I just love happy endings.

Flora: Yes. I do t...

[Sees Aurora's dress, gasps]

Flora: Oh... *blue*!

Flora: I'll turn her into a flower.

Merryweather: Maleficent?

Flora: [chuckles] No, no, dear. The princess.

Fauna: Oh, she'd make a lovely flower.

Flora: [enthusiastically] Don't you see? A flower can't prick its finger.

Merryweather: It hasn't any.

Fauna: That's right.

Flora: She'll be perfectly safe.

Merryweather: Until Maleficent sends a frost.

Flora: [laughs, then stops abruptly] Yes... oh dear.

Fauna: She always ruins your nicest flowers.

Flora: Good gracious! Who left the mop running?

Merryweather: [gasps] Stop, mop!

[preparing for Aurora's birthday party]

Merryweather: But, I never baked a *fancy* cake.

Flora: Oh, you won't have to, dear!

Fauna: [gleefully] *I'm* going to bake the cake!

Merryweather: *You*?

Flora: Oh, she's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance.

Merryweather: [doubtfully] Well...

Fauna: I'm going to make it 15 layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots.

Fauna: And *I'm* making the dress.

Merryweather: But you can't sew! And she's *never* cooked!

Flora: Oh-ho-ho, it's simple.

Fauna: All you do is follow the book!

Flora: [putting Merryweather on a stool] Up here, dear. You can be the dummy.

Merryweather: Well, I still say we oughta use magic.

[the fairies rush to the cottage to find Phillip's hat on the floor]

Flora, Merryweather, Fauna: Maleficent!

Merryweather: She's got Prince Phillip!

Flora: At the Forbidden Mountain.

Fauna: But we can't, we can't go there!

Flora: We can, and we must!

Flora: Wait, Prince Phillip. The road to true love may be barred by still many more dangers, which you alone will have to face. So arm thyself with this enchanted Shield of Virtue, and this mighty Sword of Truth, for these weapons of righteousness will triumph over evil. Now come, we must hurry.

[after the fairies place the sleeping Aurora on the bed in the highest castle tower]

Fauna: [sadly] Poor King Stefan and the Queen.

Merryweather: They'll be heartbroken when they find out.

Flora: [wiping away a tear] They're not going to.

Merryweather: They aren't? But...

Flora: We'll put them *all* to sleep, until Rose awakens.

Princess Aurora: [on her return from picking berries] Aunt Flora? Fauna? Merrywether?

[closes the door, but finds the house silent]

Princess Aurora: Where is everybody?

Princess Aurora: [gasps as she sees her new dress draped over a chair and rushes toward it eagerly] Oh!

Flora, Fauna, Merryweather: [appearing from their hiding place] Surprise! Surprise! Happy Birthday!

Princess Aurora: Oh, you darlings! This is the happiest day of my life! Everything's *so* wonderful!

Flora: [to Aurora, seating her before a mirror] And now dear, if you'll just sit here. This one last gift, dear child, for thee.

[she, Fauna, and Merryweather magically conjure up a crown]

Flora: The symbol of thy royalty.

[as she ceremoniously places the crown on Aurora's head]

Flora: A crown to wear in grace and beauty; as is thy right, and royal duty.

[Aurora puts her head in her arms and weeps]

Fauna: [comfortingly] Now, dear...

Flora: Come. Let her have a few moments alone.

[they walk out]

Merryweather: It's that boy she met.

Fauna: Whatever are we going to do?

[back in the room, the fire goes out and a hovering green flame appears; Aurora rises, entranced, and begins walking toward it to eerie music]

Merryweather: [irked] Ooh, I don't see why she has to marry any old... *prince*!

Fauna: Now, that's not for us to decide, dear.

[Aurora continues to follow the flame; a doorway appears in the fireplace]

Fauna: [to Flora] Maybe we *should* tell King Stefan about the boy.

Merryweather: Well, why don't we?

Flora: [listening at the door] Listen!

[gasps]

Flora: Maleficent! Rose!

[they rush in]

Flora, Fauna: Rose!

[they gasp, seeing Aurora step through the doorway in the fireplace]

Fauna: Oh, why did we leave her alone? Rose!

Flora, Fauna, Merryweather: [they rush towards the doorway; it vanishes] Rose!

Princess Aurora: [Excitedly] Just wait until you meet him!

Fauna: Him?

Merryweather: Rose?

Flora: You've met some stranger?

Princess Aurora: Oh, he's not a stranger. We've met before.

Flora: You have?

Merryweather: Where?

Princess Aurora: Once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream...

[Starts dancing with Fauna]

Flora: [uncensored] I'm from fucking Argentina, hijo de p...!

Flora: One day when my mother and father were singing together in the forest, a great storm blew up out of nowhere. But so passionate was their singing that they did not notice, nor did they stop as the rain began to fall, and when their voices rose for the final bars of the duet a great bolt of lighting came out of the sky and struck my father so that he lit up like a torch. And at the same moment my father was struck dead my mother was struck dumb! She never spoke another word.

Ada: I have told you the story of your father many many times.

Flora: Oh, tell me again! Was he a teacher?

Ada: Yes.

Flora: How did you speak to him?

Ada: I didn't need to speak. I could lay thoughts out in his mind like they were a sheet.

Flora: Why didn't you get married?

Ada: He became frightened and stopped listening.

Flora: [speaking to Aunt Morag] My mother met my father when she was an opera singer in Luxembourg.

Ada: [signing] That's enough.

Flora: Why?

[pos]

Stewart: Where's your mother? Where's she off to?

Flora: TO HELL!

Flora: She says no. She says she'd rather be boiled alive by natives than get back on your stinkin' tub.

Head Seaman: You be damn fortuned I don't smack your puppy gob, young missy. Damn lucky!

Flora: [to Ada] I'm not going to call him Papa. I'm not going to call him anything. I'm not even gonna look at him.

Flora: She says its her piano and she won't have him touch it. He's an oaf. He can't read. He's ignorant.

Stewart: He wants to improve himself. And you'll be able to play it. Teach him how to look after it. You can't go on like this. We're a family now. We all make sacrifices and so will you! You will teach him and I will see to it!

George Baines: What happened? Tell me. Tell me! Where is she? Shh. Quiet down! Quiet down. Where is she?

Flora: He chopped it off.

George Baines: What did she tell him? What did she tell him? I'm going to crush his skull.

Flora: Nooo! No, no! He'll chop her up!

Flora: Actually, to tell you the whole truth, Mother says that most people speak rubbish, and it's not worth it to listen.

Aunt Morag: Well, that is a strong opinion.

Flora: Aye. It's unholy.

Flora: I know why Mr. Baines can't play the piano. She never gives him a turn. She just plays whatever she pleases and sometimes she doesn't play at all.

Stewart: And when is the next lesson?

Flora: Tomorrow.

Hibble: Um, for your understanding, Flora, this is rather... delicate. Do you know what the male and female were intending?

Flora: Sure! I seen dogs in the street doing it!

Hibble: Yes... well, it's not quite the same thing.

Flora: How do you know? You're not a dog!

Grace Margaret Mulligan: [confused after a womans cry for help] What are you talking about? Who are they gonna whip?

Flora: Timothy!

Grace Margaret Mulligan: Why?

Flora: That's how they do us slaves.

Grace Margaret Mulligan: Slaves?

Flora: Yes ma'am, surely you have heard of slaves? That's what we is at Manderlay, this godforsaken place.

Flora: [singing] We lay my love and I, beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree. Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me. Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me. We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die...

Miss Giddens: And where my pet is Miss Jessel? Where is she, Flora?

Mrs. Grose: Miss Giddens!

Miss Giddens: Where is she? You know you can see her!

Mrs. Grose: Miss!

Miss Giddens: Look, Flora! Look! There! You know you can see her!

Flora: [possessed by Miss Jessel] I can't! I can't!

Miss Giddens: Admit it! She's there! You know you can see her!

Flora: [possessed by Miss Jessel] I can't! I can't!

Miss Giddens: But look, she's there!

Flora: [possessed by Miss Jessel] Help me, I'm frightened!

Mrs. Grose: Please, miss.

Miss Giddens: But you can see her! You must!

Mrs. Grose: Hush! Hush, dear, hush! She isn't there. How could she be? She's dead and buried. Hush, Flora.

Flora: [possessed by Miss Jessel] I can't see anything! I've never seen anything! You're cruel! You're wicked! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Miss Giddens: Flora!

Flora: [possessed by Miss Jessel] Take me away from her! She's cruel! Take me away! Please take me away! Don't look at her! Don't look at her! She frightens me so!

Governess: What are you doing here?

Flora: I told you. I come here to bury my secrets.

Governess: No more secrets, Flora. Tell me where she is.

Flora: Who, miss?

Governess: Tell me, my pet, where is Miss Jessel?

Flora: Miss Jessel?

Governess: Yes!

[to Mado Remei]

Governess: See? See? There she is! Out on the water!

Mado Remei: I can't see anything.

Governess: [to Mado Remei] Open your eyes for god sake, you stupid woman! Can't you see her?

Mado Remei: Let go of me! I cannot!

Flora: There's nobody there.

Governess: [to Flora] How dare you say that when she is right there in front of you? Look at her! She is right over there and you're lying to me! She is right there!

Flora: [to Mado Remei while possessed by Miss Jessel] Take me away from her! She is evil! Really evil!

[to the Governess while possessed by Miss Jessel]

Flora: You filthy slut! I never want to see you again! Go away! I hate you! I hate you!