Evil Queen: If you have lovely hair, you may want a comb in there. Painted bright, mother-of-pearl, just the thing for a lovely girl.
Prince: I shall spend the rest of my life in mourning for her.
Iddy: It was the queen! Snow White: But she looked nothing like the last time.
Evil Queen: This time I'll take care of her myself!
Snow White: I've seen that comb somewhere before! Evil Queen: And you'll never see it again!
Snow White as a child: I just wanted to look.
Evil Queen: A-ha! The poison cookbook!