"Your Majesty, you went through all of this just to win my favor?"
"I know, I know. It's a little crazy, but just had to know why you booed me."
"Fine. You wanna know why I booed?"
"Wait, the Goodwill seal?"
"Yes, the Goodwill seal! You redesigned a perfectly good seal."
"Since you've returned, everything's changed. I mean, come on! A royal in bare feet? Pug Thugs in the castle? The list goes no. It's like you and your free spirit have a total disregard for tradition!! And then I realized that, well, maybe that spirit and to-heck-with-it attitude aren't so bad after all. I mean, you did inspire me to achieve my life's dream."
"But then, you put on this deceitful charade and made a complete fool of me!!"
"Wait, so are we friends again?"
"Of course not! And we never will be because I don't like you. Not everyone has to like everyone, Your Majesty."
"You know what? Now that I'm thinking of it, I don't think I like you so much either. No, wait, wait! I know I don't like you. Not friends?"
Listen, Raps, if you trying to find your defining activity, don't listen to this dud whose whole work history is being a two-bit hood.
Two bit hood!? Hold the pastry! I'll have you know Cassandra, Flynn Rider was a legend.
Keyword being "was." And what is it you do now?
I uh, I do many...things. You know, important things, things so important you wouldn't even understand 'em. Sometimes I don't even understand 'em. Tell her, Blondie.
Fitzherbert! (Rapunzel gasps)
(sighs) not again. (Pascal also had enough of Eugene and Cassandra's argument)
I don't know what you're so upset about! Oh, wait, know was the wrong choice of words. (Rapunzel sees her painting and holds it then tosses it on the other paintings and walks to the hall while being annoyed) I meant, I don't care what you're so upset about.
(sighs deeply) Hey, guys! Everything okay? I couldn't help but overhear a--
Not only did you take my halberd without asking, you got your disgusting hair all over it!
How dare you! First of all, I did not touch your halberd. Second of all, what is a halberd? (Cssandra shows it to him) Oh! Oh, a halberd. Okay, fine, you got me, but check out this shave. Smooth as a baby's bottom.
Okay. Okay. (tells Cassandra and Eugene when walking between them) Everyone, let's take a deep, calming, cleansing breath. (inhales, exhales)
To be fair, I asked several times if I could use that thing.
And I said "no" every time.
Which shouldn't matter, because we both know I don't listen to you.
Guys, come on. This is ridiculous. (tells Cassandra and Eugene)
Eugene, a halberd should only be handled by a skilled warrior.
Hello! Skilled warrior! (referring to himself) (grabs Cassandra's halberd from her and show her that she is wrong about him being a pro) You forgot Flynn Rider has handled plenty of weapons. (King Frederic's favorite vase shatters) Oh. (sees that he shattered it)
Ha! Way to go, Eugene. (Rapunzel sees her dad's favorite vase is shattered on the floor)
That-- that's a faulty halberd right there. (points to it) (Rapunzel runs to her dad's favorite vase that is shattered by Eugene)
Let's not panic! I mean, it is-- was my dad's favorite, irreplaceable, one of a kind, most favorite vase, but--
Hey, I have an idea, Eugene. Why not just steal him another one? Oh! Oh, wait, wait. You can't! This is a one of a kind vase.
(chuckles) Of course you would pronounce it "vahz", Cassandra.
Yeah, yeah, "vayce," "vahz." Either way, it'll be the first the king sees when he sits down for dinner tonight, or doesn't see.
You just love making me look like an idiot in front of the king, don't ya?
Nope, you do a perfect job of that all on your own. (Rapunzel sighs and walks back to her bedroom)
Thank you. Wait a minute!
I'm telling you, Stan! (Stan is bored) The handlebar mustache is so passé. Today, it's all about the goatee. (Pascal walks to him) You know what I mean? (Pascal chirps while trying to have his attention) You see-- (turns and sees Pascal) Just a second frog, I'm making a point. (gives a note to Eugene) by Oh! Hey, easy! What? What? (takes the note) What is it? (sees the note) A note from Cassandra? If this is another eviction letter, I am going to lose it! (Pascal grumbles when he walks away) She does not have the authority for that! I checked! (sees the note again) Hmm, well, this ought to be interesting.
Okay, it's a grim place to offer an apology, but then again, this is Cassandra we're talking about. (turns around to see Cass inside a cell)
I'm sorry. (Eugene yelps) Did you just say I was going to offer you an apology? (holds her note while walking to him)
Yeah! You said in your note you wanted to say sorry.
I didn't write you a note. You wrote me a note. (shows the note) (door closes, locks) Huh? (Rapunzel is inside the dungeon twirling a key)
Hey! What are you doing? (asks Rapunzel)
Time for the game to begin. (tells Eugene and Cassandra)
Game? What are you talking about? (asks Rapunzel)
Don't you see? I wrote the letters. They were merely a ruse to lure you both down here.
What? You can't just lock us in here. (Pascal grumbles)
(chuckles) Oh, I can, and I have, and I'm afraid your only way to escape is to work together, to solve a puzzle of my own design.
Within these walls, you will find a series of strategically placed, increasingly difficult clues, each one more unfathomably perplexing than the last. Put them together, and you're free to go. (Eugene and Cassandra are shocked) Fail? And this prison cell will become your new home. (leaves) (cackles evilly) (returns with treats) Oh, and I made you guys cookies. (gives the basket to Cassandra) (leaves again)
What are we, twelve? (takes a cookie from the basket and holds the treat then bites it) (cookie crumbs rustling to the floor and one of it rolls into the hole to the floor of Stabbingtons' cell)
Listen, this is all your fault.
Oh, please! (Sideburns picks up the cookie crumb from the floor) You know darn well that my only fault is that I have no faults!
Recognize that voice? (asks Patchy) Sounds like our old friend.
(grunts, groans) (sighs) (walks away from the bars and goes to the other bed) (Eugene eats a cookie and takes his pocket watch from his satchel then it is ticking, clinking) (Cassandra is bugged when Eugene ticks his watch and she turns around) So annoying!
I know! All these delicious cookies, and no milk? (picks up the basket of treats) No, wait, she packed milk! (finds the milk and drinks it)
Aah! (drank the bottle of milk)
Unbelievable! (jumps off the bed and walks to Eugene then grabs the basket out of his hand) Did you eat all the cookies? (asks Eugene)
I'm not a pig, Cassandra. I ate all of your cookies. (tells her) I'm saving mine for later. (touches his satchel) (Cassandra is still mad at him and she shoves the basket at him) (basket thuds) (he holds the basket)
Cassandra: Huh! You are nothing but a self-serving, inconsiderate, arrogant freeloader.
Ah! (drops the basket) You know I could rattle off insulting adjectives describing your personality too, but to do so would imply that you actually have a personality, and I wouldn't feel right about doing that! (about to eat a cookie but Cassandra sees the coordinates)
Hey, hold on, wait, don't-- don't eat that! (slaps the cookie out of Eugene's hand and holds the treat)
Oh! Go ahead, but it's got my milk drool on it.
Quick! Let me see the others. (takes a cookie out of Eugene's satchel)
X6? Y15? I think these are coordinates for a grid! Rapunzel must have hidden the key behind a loose brick in the wall, and these cookies tell us which one. (she holds the cookie and shows a coordinate to Eugene and she runs to the wall then he holds his satchel)
So, just for clarification, I can eat the cookies now or no? (Cassandra checks the coordinates on the cookie to find a brick and pulls it out and she sees a spring)
That's it? That's just a rusty spring!
And on your first guess too. Wait, there's more. (finds a paper) It's another clue. "This one is easy." "Just follow my lead." Follow her lead? How? (turns around and asks Eugene) She locked us in here this makes no sense.
That's because we're not supposed to follow her "leed." We're supposed to follow her "led". Hmm, different words, same spelling. Ah-ha! shows Cassandra and she jumps off the bed) (a pencil is shown and an arrow that Rapunzel drew on a wall pointing to the gear wedged between the wall and grabs it) Don't worry, kid. You're not the first person to match wits with this baby, and come off looking like a total chump. (points to his head)
In fact, you might say making people look like chumps is kind of my spécialité.
Look! There's another clue. (sees another one of Rapunzel's clue wedged between Eugene's comb)
I've been looking for this! (glad to have his comb back and he sees a mirror while Cassandra sits on a bed to read the clue)
This is your final clue, so pick up the pace. (Eugene walks to a mirror) "You'll find the last treasure in the same spot." "you find your face?" (turns and sees the mirror)
Hey there, looking good. (winks at his reflection but Cassandra turns the mirror around to see a cork) Hey! I was using that!
Ugh, another useless item. (referring to the cork and throws it to the floor)
Ho, ho, ho. Well done! (claps) (Cassandra is mad at him) You've discovered the castle's junk drawer.
Me? You were part of this too! (points to Eugene while he lays on the bed)
Oh, no! Don't stir me into your failure stew! I was fine to sit here eating X and Y cookies until Rapunzel gave up and let us out.
And that's just like you, isn't it? Sit back and let things fall right into your lap.
What's that supposed to mean? (asks Cassandra)
Oh, come on! You know exactly what it means!
IInmate
Hey, Pretty Boy, Bowl Cut! Why don't you two scud buckets pipe down?
Why don't you mind your own business?
IInmate
Ooh! "Mind my own business." Is that some comeback, Lady-Frowns-A-Lot?
(growls) (runs to the cell and tries to attack the person that insulted her)
Whoa, whoa, Cassandra. (holds her) Let me handle this. (tells her while she is mad)
IInmate
Look at that! Fancy Boots has got something to say!
Name calling? Come on, we're better than that, aren't we? Sure, we can sit here and make fun of each other. Tease Cassandra for her chronic joylessness, or me for my uncommonly good looks, or you for your poor dental health and poor dental hygiene, tragic fashion sense, robust body odor, and what are clearly woefully misguided life-decision-making-skills, but do you really want to go down that road? (Cassandra smiles)
IInmate
Mmm, I guess not. (Cassandra and Eugene smile at each other)
