[in the ensuing battle with Maleficent, he loses the Shield. In other words, he lost his Virtue to an older woman.]
…and always let your conscience be your guide!
We don’t need a guiding star.
S.T.A.R., Vincent’s my name. Sharpshooting’s my game. Try me.
All right, Star, feast your eyes on this!
A banded, bulbous snarfblatt.
Well, I guess that wasn’t too weird.
Did I say no purple dragons? Did I?
Hero? Did you hear that, Little John, we’ve just been pardoned!
That’s a gas, we ain’t even been arrested yet!
This is the part where you call me your hero and shower me with kisses!
I needed to be the person who saves the day.
What do we want? A girl worth fighting for!
That’s too bad. I thought the two of you, you know, a boy, a girl, alone in the City of Love. I thought romance was a forgone conclusion.
“I can’t marry her. She’s my friend!”
“Yeah, it’d be too weird!”
I want someone who loves me for me.
Jasmine… it’s not only this law. Well… I’m not going to be around forever, and… I just want to make sure you’re taken care of. Provided for.
And the pig can look after the house.
I’ll be safe and you’ll be sorry, when the wolf comes to your door
Okay, let’s just agree to say ‘I’m sorry’ on the count of three. One… Two… Three!
Happy Birthday!
Emergency bounce house!