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No, no this is great! Really great. Okay, we can definitely work with this. It doesn't matter who else you play or that you didn't plan on winding up playing on me. You did! So that means it has to be meant to be! Things don't just happen for no reason at all.

That's not the way it works.

Besides, you have to admit I'm a lot of fun.

So! Let's get out there. Operation Cobra isn't going to take care of itself. Well... come on!

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Just hypothetically, what's the littlest thing you consider trouble?

[This is how he rolls.]

All the rules from home apply here too and since there are so many...strangers, I would ask you not to go with them anywhere. Don't tell them too much about yourself.

[Oh yeah he's going to get in so much trouble.]

Right. Got it. Don't have any fun at all.

Henry, we don't know these people; they could be dangerous.

Or they could be really great people. You can't know. [What are strangers?]

That's exactly it, Henry; you can't know.

[ and she's not taking chances. ]

What about giving people a chance?

Giving people a chance can get you hurt. We do not talk to strangers.

Are strangers all people that you're not in charge of?

Strangers are people we don't know and could hurt you.

I'm not gonna get hurt. Besides, I know how it goes, don't get into cars with strangers. Don't take candy or anything from strangers.

Don't tell them personal details or go with them. Anywhere. I mean it, Henry.

What's it take to make someone not a stranger anymore?

For me to know them and approve of them.

[ fat chances, Henry. ]

So you have to be in charge of them too.

[ oh sweet child of hers, why so difficult? ]

You're my son, Henry. I want to know what kind of people talk to you. Especially if they are not children, themselves.

I talk to all sorts of people. Not that there's any strangers in Storybrook. ...well except for August, and he turned out to be really nice. [Anecdotal evidence is totally like concrete proof, right? Playground logic is a go!]

[ THAT'S THE WORST EXAMPLE HENRY. AND WAIT. ]

August? Since when are you friendly with him?

[...rats.]

I've seen him around, I guess. It's not like it's that big a place. [...here, look. He's even offering an innocent little smile here. That's not suspicious at all.]

Henry.

[ hands goes to hips. ]

We don't know anything about him.

[So much for innocent smile. So now it's slumping shoulders and a heavy little sigh.]

I know! I know he's nice. And he's a writer. And he drives a motorcycle! [...getting the warm fuzzies yet, mom?]

[ she looks like she might be developing a headache. ]

Henry, no. No motorcycles.

I'm to young to ride a motorcycle.

They are pretty cool though.

No, they are not. And yes, you are too young.

Well... too young to drive it anyway. Maybe if someone else was driving... [...he's doing this on purpose.]