Rumpelstiltskin: [rolls out a contract] As you can see, everything's in order.
King: So you'll put an end... to our daughter's curse?
Rumpelstiltskin: And in return, you sign the kingdom of Far, Far Away over to me.
[thunder and lightning flash outside; Harold gasps; Fifi hisses; Harold turns to his wife]
King: Lillian, this is madness!
Queen: What choice do we have, Harold? Fiona has been locked away in that tower far too long.
Rumpelstiltskin: It's not like she's, uh, getting any younger.
King: But to sign over our entire kingdom?
Rumpelstiltskin: [slowly slides the contract away] Well, if your kingdom's worth more to you than your daughter...
King: [slams his open palm down onto the contract] Nothing! Is worth more to us than our daughter.