I’m not looking forward to seeing Regina’s face when she sees Henry again…without any memory of her…I just
You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
“But Emma is sure that someone in town is responsible for this new curse and teams up with Regina in an attempt to uncover their identity.”
Witch Hunt - Promotional and Behind the Scenes
It’s pronounced PAH-REE-UH
Got that? It’s not complicated. PSA over.