[excited after finally leaving the tower]
I can't believe I did this! [fearfully] I can't believe I did this. [squealing with joy] I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THIS!!!!!! [giggles, then puts her hands on her throat] Mother would be so furious. [later, looking at a flower, optimistic] Well, that's okay. I mean, what she doesn't know won't kill her, right? [later, in a cave rocking back and forth, fearful with her heart beating in her chest] Oh, my gosh! This would kill her. [later, running through a pile of leaves and making them rain down on the irritated Flynn. Joyous] THIS IS SOOO FUUUUUN!!!!!! [later, standing in a tree with her head against the trunk and her arms hanging limp, depressed] I am a horrible daughter. I'm going back. [later, doing cartwheels and rolling down a hill, ecstatic] I AM NEVER GOING BACK!!! Woo-hoo! [later, laying next to Flynn in a patch of flowers with her face in the ground, ashamed] I am a despicable human being! [later, using her hair as a vine and swinging around a tree with an annoyed Flynn standing there staring into space, joyous] WOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! BEST!!!!!!! DAY!!!!!!!! EVER!!!!!!!!!!
[Later. Flynn walks up to Rapunzel, who is currently broken down in tears] [clears throat]
You know, I can't help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here.
Now, I'm only picking up bits and pieces, of course; overprotective mother, forbidden road trip. I mean, this is serious stuff! But let me ease your conscience. This is just a part of growing up. A little adventure, a little rebellion... that's good. Healthy, even.
I know! You're way overthinking this, trust me. Does your mother deserve it? No. Would this break her heart and crush her soul? Of course, but you just got to do it.
Break her heart?
In half.
Crush her soul?
[squishes a grape in his fingers]
Like a grape.
She would be heartbroken, you're right!
I am, aren't I. Oh, bother. Alright, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm letting you out of the deal.
That's right! But don't thank me. Let's just turn around and get you home. Here's your pan, here's your frog. I get back my satchel. You get back a mother/daughter relationship based on mutual trust and voila! We part ways as unlikely friends.
No! I am seeing those lanterns.
OH, COME ON! What is it gonna take for me to get my satchel back?
