Rumpelstiltskin:
And if were...
The Miller's Daughter:
What?
Rumpelstiltskin:
If I were to turn this straw into gold, and you were to become queen, would you... would you give me your first born child?
The Miller's Daughter:
He'd never make me queen.
Rumpelstiltskin:
I ask you, would you?
The Miller's Daughter:
He couldn't have been sincere.
Rumpelstiltskin:
[drawn out]
Your first born child.
The Miller's Daughter:
[a pause]
Yes.
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