Rapunzel:
[after healing Flynn's hand]
Please don't freak out!
Flynn Rider:
[rapid-fire]
I'm not freaking out. Are you freaking out? No, I'm just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities that it possesses. How long has it been doing that, exactly?
Rapunzel:
Uh, forever, I guess. Mother says when I was a baby, people tried to cut it. They wanted to take it for themselves. But once it's cut, it turns brown and loses its power.
[She shows her lone brown lock]
Rapunzel:
A gift like that, it has to be protected. That's why Mother never let me... that's why I never left, and...
Flynn Rider:
You never left that tower. And you're still gonna go back?
Rapunzel:
No! Yes. Ugh. It's complicated. So, Eugene Fitzherbert, huh?
Flynn Rider:
Yeah, well, I'll spare you the sob story of poor orphan Eugene Fitzherbert. It's a little bit of a... It's a little bit of a downer.
[She scoots up to him and rests her chin on her palms]
Flynn Rider:
Huh. There was this book. 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. Not that he'd ever brag about it, of course.
Rapunzel:
Hmm. Was he a thief, too?
Flynn Rider:
Well, no. Actually he had enough money to do anything that he wanted to do. He could go anywhere that he wanted to go. And - and for a kid with nothing, I don't know. It just seemed like the better option. You can't tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my whole reputation.
Rapunzel:
Ah. We wouldn't want that.
Flynn Rider:
Well, a fake reputation is all a man has. Um, well, I should, um... I - I should get some more firewood.
Rapunzel:
Hey. For the record, I like Eugene Fitzherbert much better than Flynn Rider.
Flynn Rider:
Well, then you'd be the first. But thank you.
