Flora: "Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure!"
Maleficent: "You poor, simple fools, thinking you could defeat me. ME, the mistress of all evil! Well, here's your precious princess!"
Aurora: "Well, I'm really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we've met before."
Listen well, all of you! The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But...before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger--on the spindle of a spinning wheel--and die!
In a faraway land, long ago, there lived a king and his fair queen. Many years they had longed for a child, and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her Aurora.