Bashful: She’s beautiful. Just like a… angel!
Grumpy: Angel, ha! She’s a female! And all females is poison! They’re full of wicked wiles!
Bashful: What are wicked wiles?
Grumpy: I don’t know, but I’m agin’ ‘em.

Merryweather: Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick… a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you’ll keep.

Villagers: But behind that fair façade / I’m afraid she’s rather odd / Very different from the rest of us / She’s nothing like the rest of us / Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle.

Meg: I’m a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.

Jiminy Cricket: A fine conscience I turned out to be!

Via Jeffrey Thomas.