Emma: Dammit, Regina, I’m late for my own engagement party. Why the fuck are you driving, how did you get your hands on this limo?
Regina: This is an intervention. You’re engaged to a 300 year old man with a mumbling problem. It isn’t right.
Emma: Ummm…he is my ex…and Henry’s father…
Regina: Shut up. I have to tell you something. I can’t let you marry him because I love you. There. I said it. I love you. You drive me crazy. But I love you. Well? What do you think?
Emma: *eyes widen* Ok then. Let’s go somewhere to talk. Either way, stop driving. For the sake of my stomach and the town’s traffic laws just stop driving.