Granny:
Never stray from the path, never eat a windfall apple and never trust a man whose eyebrows meet in the middle.
Rosaleen:
And that's all I'll tell you, cause that's all I know.
Rosaleen:
Little girls, this seems to say / Never stop upon the way / Never trust a stranger friend / No-one knows where it may end / As you're pretty, so be wise / Wolves may lurk in every guise / Now as then, 'tis simple truth / Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.
Rosaleen:
Little girls, this seems to say, never stop upon your way, never trust a stranger friend, no-one knows how it will end! As you're pretty, so be wise! Wolves may lurk in every guise! Now, as then, it's simple truth, sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
Granny:
Your only sister, all alone in the wood, and nobody there to save her. Poor little lamb.
Rosaleen:
Why couldn't she save herself?
Rosaleen:
And then they lived happily ever after?
Granny:
Indeed they did not!
Mother:
You pay too much attention to your granny. She knows a lot but she doesn't know everything. And if there's a beast in men, it meets its match in women too.
Rosaleen:
Jesus, what big teeth you have!
Rosaleen:
Who's come to sing us carols, then?
Huntsman:
Only my companions, darling. I love the company of wolves. Look out of the window and you'll see them.
Rosaleen:
Poor creatures. It's freezing cold out there. No wonder they howl so.
Rosaleen:
I'm sorry. I never knew a wolf could cry.
Amorous Boy's father:
A daughter is one thing, a heifer is another!
Witch Woman:
So I wasn't good enough for you? I was once. Once upon a time! Don't you remember? Well, don't you? The Wolves in the forest are more decent!
Granny:
Get ye back to Hell from whence ye came!
Huntsman:
I don't come from Hell, I come from the forest.
Granny:
What have you done with my Grand-daughter?
Huntsman:
Nothing she didn't want!
Old Priest:
[
to wolf-girl] Are you God's work, or the Devil's? Oh, what do I care whose work you are? You poor, silent creature.
[
binds her wound]
Old Priest:
It will heal. In time.
[
repeated line]
Father:
Seeing is believing.
Rosaleen:
[
a lock of hair singes in the fireplace] Is that all you left of her? Your kind can't stomach hair, can you? Even if the worst wolves are hairy on the inside.
Huntsman:
Are you very much afraid?
Rosaleen:
It wouldn't do me much good to be afraid, would it? What big eyes you have.
Huntsman:
All the better to see you with.
Rosaleen:
They say seeing is believing, but I'd never swear to it.
Rosaleen:
They say the Prince of Darkness is a gentleman. And as it turns out, they're right; a fine gentleman.
Rosaleen:
I'd never let a man strike me.
Granny:
Oh, they're nice as pie until they've had their way with you. But once the bloom is gone... oh, the beast comes out.
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